Taking a Chance
moments can be forever
The room is full of smoke and warm bodies.
You come to stand behind me as I sit at the bar
all pale pink silk and pearls.
I drink my chilled wine
as you order a scotch and take that first sip.
Your body is so close I can feel your heat
and hear that slight rasp
as you breathe in my roses and southern jasmine.
Our eyes meet in the mirror
for less than a moment.
My heart begins racing
as I understand your thoughts.
My skin flushes
as the back of your hand brushes my bare arm.
My body leans toward you
and the scent of desire wafts up
like mist from the morning river.
Our bodies sing to one another
still not touching.
The music slows as the saxophone begins
"I Can See Your Dreams."
I close my eyes
and see you
kissing my neck,
your hand on the small of my back,
your thigh pressing close
against the invitation between my legs.
Our moan is low and deep.
I raise my eyes to see you watching.
I feel your erection as you cross
and breathe pure fire onto my neck.
"Chance, are you ready to go?"
The mirror reflects regret that matches mine
and you follow your wife
out of my night.