stage.

i picked you out of a crowd and talked to you - said i liked your shoes, you said "thanks can i follow you?" so it's up the stairs and out of view, no prying eyes. i poured some wine, i asked your name, you asked the time. now it's two o'clock, the club is closed - we're up the block. your hands on me, pressing hard against your jeans. your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out. you didn't care to know who else may have been you before.