She Said, He Said

She said ‘do ya love me baby? Do ya want my body?’
He smiled that devilish smile, pulled her thin frame close.
Those ribs of hers cracked beneath his strong, strong arms
while he replied, his voice rough, ‘I don’t love ya baby, but
please gimme, gimme your body.’

They danced close and dirty beneath the dim light bulbs
and the bartender eyed them closely. The room stank of
spilled alcohol and sour vomit, but they danced until their
bodies tingled. And she said, ‘I want you boy,’ that was
all it took. He threw caution to the wind, gathered that
girl up close. Breath hot on her ear he said, ‘I’m gonna
do bad, bad things to you tonight.’

And she threw back her head in a wicked laugh, her green
eyes sparkling with delight. The bartender coughed pointedly
but they ignored the empty room around them, the absent music.
‘You don’t know what you’re dealing with,’ she replied. With her
hand slipped inside his, they walked quickly from the building.
Her spine pressed against the dirty brick wall, they fulfill their promises.