Lust

She wonders through
the smokey mist
that hangs in the air,
seemingly searching
perhaps for a friend
or perhaps for love,
it's neither infact,
the way she's dressed
should give away her intentions,
low cut skirt,
top three buttons
un-done on her shirt,
heels more than 3 inches.

In the corner of the room
she sees her next victim,
tall, with fair hair,
neither toned or overweight,
nice jeans and shined shoes,
she walks over and leans in
to whisper in his ear,
'I have to have you here'
and she takes his hand
and leads him to the restroom,
nobody paying much attention
to the two of them leaving the room.

When she's had her fill
she leaves without another word
leaving him thinking things absurd,
she's already on her way
to the next bar,
possibly two or three more tonight
before she is fully satisfied.

She is lust