An Engagement in Wealth

She was stunning.

Blue dress,

Pale, toned legs.

Heels that teased

the very floor.

Her breasts; swelling.

She adjusted herself.

Flicked her hair over

her shoulder.

The nape of her neck

exposed.

She stroked herself

in want of attention.

I didn't give it.

It wasn't until

later that evening,

He caught on.

The fiancé.

A man whose wealth,

made up for his

appearance.

He hung around her.

Made sure she knew

her place.

I receive a message.

Facebook.

'You should come

back in the summer.'

I think I will.

We'll fuck like

bunnies.

I can drink his

whiskey

Between their satin

sheets.

Kiss her lips,

Stained with the

sweet taste of wine.

I think I will

come back in summer...

I think I will...

M.E.

04/03/15