My Sweet Chocolate
Your skin so smooth
looks like it's melting.
You got me on hook,
there's no escaping.
You move effortlessly,
like honey dripping.
I'd be having diabetes
if daily you'll be my business.
Master of sweet talking,
I am quite listening.
My dearest chocolate,
don't get me craving.
As I read on what I have written, all I understand is sex. Being a charmer is not in my veins. All I know is write decent literature. Essays for reactions, stories for passing time, songs when I am inspired. Never had I expected that I would be able to write something so sensual. Maybe going for months, almost a year without action got me craving. But no. I am wholesome. Here I go again, talking to myself. Half the time, I find myself talking loudly and alone. If anybody hears me, they would say I have gone nuts. One nut job. Right. It's a Friday, maybe I can go and pick Bailey from work and invite her over. Next week I will be going back to work. Having some company would be good for me. Yes, right. I convinced myself.
The blaring music from the bar encouraged tired people from the streets to unwind and have a drink. I noticed that some of them are coming from work since most of them are still in their office suits. I checked my back pocket to make sure I have brought the poem I have written with me. Bringing the piece of paper is one, having the courage to give it is another.
As I passed by a group of girls on a table, I coughed out due to excessive smoke coming from their cigarettes. Being a non-smoker had me allergic from those unhealthy smokes. I located a table in the corner where Tia and I had settled the last time. It must also be Mike's shift today, a visit wouldn't hurt, would it? I watch as the crowd enjoys the night. A lot of men can be seen loitering near the stage where the dancers are shaking their bodies for everyone to see. I walked to the bar where Mike is mixing the drinks. Surprise covered his face as he gave me a wide smile. I must take note of how pearly white his teeth are.
"Nice smile, Mike, keep it coming and soon you'll be having some more extra bucks for the bucket." I murmured enough for him to hear. He doubled and laughed this time.
"Didn't peg you to be a joker, Lana." What brought you here though?" He said as he flips the three mixing bottles and juggles them in the air. I must admit he has great talent.
"Hmm. Let's just say I am interested with someone. I must offer to bring her home. What do you say?" I hinted.
If he was surprised a minute ago, this time he was shocked. He composed himself and pretended not to wonder too much or ask for further information. I know it's hard to accept. Who would easily accept? When you knew that some girl crushes on you and after a few years, she turned lesbian, I get it, it's hard. He might even think that because he dumped the girl, or ignored her on a different level, he left her heartbroken. That was when they decided to go the other way around. But no. There is sometimes no explanation for such transitions.
"Don't fuss over it Mike, you're obviously distracted, it affects your performance." I snickered. "Do you know where I can see Bailey?" I asked.
"Hmm.." He thought for a second. "She must be in the back stage by now but I know that she'll be back out in fifteen for the last dance of the night." I thanked him and went back to the corner feeling his eyes on my back. I sat comfortable where I decided to wait for Bailey as I sip on the drink that I ordered.
