Entitled to my intoxicated kiss;
The price I pay for a double vodka coke,
No ice. Lemon wedge.
Hands on my waist – eyes vacant from my face.
Small talk. Boozy breath.
A concoction of numbers I pulled from my head;
Methods I must use to keep them sweet,
Icy air. Jacketed shoulders.
Hands below my waist – ‘Wanna come back to my place?’
Shaken head. Apologetic hands.
Bitter words about my visible figure;
Resentment in the way he furrows his brow,
Ironic insults. Harsh hissings.
Hands grabbing for my thighs – convinced I’ve told lies.
Raised voices. Regular occurrence.
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