Drink one - 

She told me she was married,

Stood confident with her high heels but her eyes hesitated.

Might of been the way I'd glare at her eyes. 

She felt the tension of a lion looking at a lioness.

But I sensed the change in her voice,

Delicate with a pinch of class 

she painted a picture where the colours of her dress HUE was no longer white but black.

You'd understand why I was confused at the fact she still hasn't let go of my hand as we're talking.

Might of remembered her of the time she took an oath down the aisle.

Re living a moment when she was certain 

Told me to look at her eyes as she looks at my lips

telling me to stay when I'd plan on going another direction. 

Telling me to get closer as I'd lean back and keep distance  

She didn't know that entertaining entertainment can break her leg 

 

Drink two- 

she was upset 

Young wild and imprisoned,

In the shackles she fell over heels for without take backs 

To her I was a baby, but I was the first man she's seen for a while.

I listened, and she slowly became saduced. 

Open ears was her viagra 

I gave her my time and she slowly became attached.

She realised that time she can't see on her wrist was more valuable.

Uninterested in her but she became more interested in me.

Personal space wasn't a thing at this point 

One hand played with my fingers like a figet toy 

The other was in my back pocket 

To her... 

There was no action out of pocket  

White wine was her healer 

I was her Afair 

Private club she was a member on the down low 

Whenever her husband wasn't there to show up she'll secretly turn up.

VIP booth we were alone sneaked away on a sneaky one

Conversation became a little more personal 

I became her banker

Knowing more about what pleased her then her man

I knew more of her emotions then her family 

And knew more of her dark secretes then she probably could remember.

But I kept everything safe.

She wasn't aware that loaning out credit damages her net worth 

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Drink three - 

Toilet break, 

Gather my thoughts 

She made her way back without cuffs 

Her fingers were clear 

But her tan line left the mark of what once was there. 

Like burnt out tire marks she scars her skin

Maybe to shield her from regret but lips don't taste the same after doubt 

Maybe to stitch up cuts in her life but trying to cover them with tape only makes the blood pour out 

Watering a plant with toxic water still kills it.

Wearing a cross whilst sinning is still unholy 

Doing something whilst intoxicated doesn't erase the toxicity of your actions.

Even dimonds became dull as they were shoved down the bottom of her purse. 

Cleavage became exposed as she pulled down her blouse 

I never knew till that day that marriage can be put on pause.

 

there was no fourth drink. 

But there was skipping down the street,

Running races, 

smiles, 

giggles.

You can tell she just wanted to do things that she was told she was too old to do. 

Her life felt like it was put on pause and for the first time resumed.

She asked me if we could go to an arcade,

I found it weird she asked for permission.

It became clear if she was to ask her left rib to do so it will break any hope of joy.

She's a grown 23 year old woman that shouldn't be childish, 

Couldn't feed her inner child.

It's forbidden to Laugh to much or too loudly 

She was a doll that was designed with a permanent straight back 

Ship shaped to only move when forced to, 

dicated how to look, how to be, how to live to the point

her worth was questioned of how much of her life was hers...

imperfections that were perfections to a world she was no longer in control of. 

thats when i realised, crying for help comes in more ways then asking...