He walks out of the elevator,
lips slightly ajar... chewing gum...
his mouth moves to the echo
of her hips as they go
boom boom boom
the bouncing of her bum
reflected in his eyes...
eyes salivating with desire
not knowing that mine do the same
I capture the upcurling of his lip
to the left
and mine lifts in response
to the right
as though instructed...
as though...
as though...
about his passing hips
my gaze swivels
as we drift,
gracefully and apart
i into the elevator,
he into the night...
pop pop pop
pops his gum...
parelleling the delicious desire
pop pop popping in me,
for him...
in him... for her...
the lift swallows me
as the night does the same to him...
and my throat is dry...
