Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what I’m after
I don’t need another friend

“Can I-I…have your number?” I continue getting dressed, completely ignoring her hesitant, stammered question. Her smell is still on my clothes, coating my hands, in my mouth. I frown at the stench. After sliding into my heels, I turn around. She’s uncomfortable, the only one naked now. I like this, standing over them when I’m done.

Smile and drop the cliché
‘Till you think I’m listening

She’s whimpering, her eyes locked with mine. I move onto the bed, crawling between her spreading legs, inching closer. Finally, I stop, hovering over her trembling body. She’s perfect. Perfectly tanned, perfectly blonde, perfectly fucked. I lick slowly around her lips watching her squirm. Hardened nipples press against my chest as I lower my body. Pressing my weight into her, I begin to grind. Her smell surrounds us, an invisible, cloying fog of desire. She wants me. My tongue runs along the outside of her ear, curling around the lobe. I wait until she moans before I whisper tenderly. “Pity fuck.”

I take just what I came for
Then I’m out the door again

Wet, sweat darkened patches decorate them as their bodies dance in the oppressive heat. It’s starting again, the whining noise in my head echoing the throbbing between my legs. I circle around the floor, taking my time, ignoring all of their following eyes. I spot her talking to some other girl. She’s laughing. Tossing her hair back, she places a hand on her shoulder. My head is buzzing louder now, the craving inches down, settling low in my belly. Our eyes meet. Mine. She blushes and turns away from my hunger. It doesn’t matter, she’s been marked. Stalking back to the bar, I sit, waiting patiently. She’ll need water soon. When she bends to drink, I’ll take her down by the throat with my teeth.

Peripheral on the package
Don’t care to settle in
Time to feed the monster

I watch her wobble towards the bathroom. Following, my eyes adjust slowly to the enveloping darkness of the hallway. I trace my hands along the exposed brick wall, fingertips following the bumps, reading them like Braille. She looks up as I enter, there’s no surprise on her face. Her eyes travel the expanse of my body, lingering on the small peaks of my distended nipples. It’s even hotter in here.