hot sex & cold wine...

picked up heels.
fixed my hair.
sat on the edge of the bed, in minutes we were @ it again.
he tore off my clothes
& painted the room with the sound of music
the elegant scratches on my back
& sweet hickeys on  his  neck left nothing to the imagination

the trail of clothes from the door to the bed
the smell of lust in the air
made me think this was meant to happen
again...

i wrapped myself in the sheets made my way to the bathroom
stepping over broken hearts and champagne glasses
i looked in mirror, i saw her but who was she?
but who was he?
he clinged to me
i ooked up again
lipstick faded, he comes and embraces me.
i struggle to remember the night before, the ballroom party life was never for me.
the hot wine & cold sex

replaced me

with her again, the loose virgin, version

of what i try not to be

fast sex & matching signs.
invisible attraction
that burnt between us eye flirtation
& mind manipulation
led to him biting my lip but i'll end it quick with a simple kiss
grab my dress put it on
where's my purse?
my stockings...
in the back of my mind
my legs are still wrapped around his head
my nails grabbing his hair
but for that he's wrapped around my thumb...
he knows my secrets, i know his name,
he's seen my cry, & he's picked up the pieces again & again.
he's begged me to take off my cool.
but now the lines been crossed, my best friend
&  my man?
hot sex & cold wine can bring out the truth in the most complicated lies.