Not in the mood for dancing
Sipping spiked tea
Welcoming numb haze
When he materialized from smoke
Slipped past the cool
Slid past the slinky
Unaware of my stare

Chemical yellow spikes
Thompson Twins clinging to pecs
British flag guarding green
Corners worn white
Military issue polish
Who does he think he is?!
He matched my gaze

Avoiding advances
From men over-cologned
And their sweaty groping, pawing
I whispered in his ear
Please save me.
The Brit pulled me in
Grabbed my ass

He's gone now, he whispered
But still held tight
We adjourned to the dance floor
Overcome by rythm
Coloring twirling lights
Pulsing in synchronicity
Oblivious to legs

Stealing kisses
In time with the music
Relentlessly squeezing
Strumming my curves
Succumbing to temptation
Disregarding the crowd
Frantic for more time

When time was up
Retreating to the night
Can we meet again? said he
Gave him my number
He promised to call
I hoped he would
And said goodnight

The sweetness of memory
An hour's adventure
Embracing a stranger
And making clothed love
Would only turn bitter
By continuing contact
Too akward a meeting

Should I hear his ring,
I will not answer