Tonight, You Are Mine Poem by Aimee Rozen

A flash of a smile
from across the room.
A stare unbroken
by those who walk by.
A sip off the beer,
a drag from a smoke,
a footstep closer
with each breath taken.
A swing of my hips
just to let him know:
he will be my prey,
he will be my prize.
I reach my target,
my fingers find his
tangled and sweaty.
My tongue parts his lips
caressing his own;
we breathe the same air.
I am dominant.
He has become mine,
if just for one night.