Lost Love Lust

She sits at the bar, irish creme glass #2.

Her bracelets jingle as her lips touch the sweet alcohol,casually sipping while observing her surroundings.

Man #1, casually dressed, jeans, t-shirt, hair cut short, two day stubble, probably likes a girl if she is a cheer leader or model, could care less what her mind flutters, and probably just wants someone to bring him a beer while he watches football. He laughs with his friends as if he were actually funny, occasionally uses a lame pick up line, and thinks the world is his oyster.

Man #2, armani suit, gel greased hair, a hair cut between 200-500 dollars, cigar smoker, and oh yes, married but still in bars at 3 am. Not usually looking for anything serious, and pretentious as to what her breast size is, always a joke teller, perhaps even funny, he thinks he still is young and can run around like a 20 year old boy.

Man #3, interesting style combination, punk rock meets classic windsor tie, long but soft hair, typically pierced and tattooed in numerous places, drinks european beer, and knows when the next great rock concert is, doesnt agree with who is president, and never wears abercrombie and fitch, is highly opinionated when it comes to music, and can discuss art for hours.

Normally she would go for Man #1, but now she is lust.

Lust being a human emotion generally used to describe a heightened state of sexual desire, often exclusively physical in nature.

She makes her decision, she will have Man #3 tonight, picking up her glass she passes him and purely by accident drops a napkin on the ground, slightly bending over to pick it up, she spins a web he cannot refuse.

Small talk is exchanged and the bathroom is their next stop.

Quite agressive as he is, she enjoys it and is refreshed by the new events taking place.

As she reaches climax she remembers how innocent of a child she was, pig tales and all.

An ironic laugh signals the end.

She makes her exit, and doesn’t look back.