Woebegone --Draft 1

I long to be

numb, unaffected, stoic

to guilt.

We were alone.

The elixir

Waved in my mind.

Lured to him

I the coquette

He my cohort.

Talking, Touching, Teasing

With flirty whispers

We sit nose to nose.

Sexual tension

Pulls at my soul.

The warmth of his breath.

That sweet familiar smell.

I tilt my face into his.

He falls back and I on top…