The Whisper
Crowded room.
Full party.
Her ear.
My mouth.
I leaned in like I had something polite to share,
Whispered that her ass in that dress was unfair,
When we got home I was gonna peel it off with my teeth,
She grabbed my arm and her nails sank beneath.
The whisper did more damage than a shout,
The whisper left no question, left no doubt,
Three sentences delivered at a volume meant for one,
And she was done, completely done,
Wet and fidgeting beside me for the rest of the night,
The whisper hit her like a prizefight.
Thirty minutes later she leaned back to me,
And said I am not wearing anything underneath, you will see,
When you pull that zipper down, and my blood went south so fast,
I stood up and said we are leaving, somewhere to be, at last.
Car ride home.
Dead silent.
Her hand.
My lap.
She unzipped me at a stoplight, said remember what you said,
About my ass, well talk is cheap, put me to bed,
I pulled into the driveway and we didn’t make it past the hood,
She bent over the warm engine and I delivered good.