What if...?

Sitting at the bar watching you eye me as I glance in your direction. I can feel you piercing the back of my head with those laser blue eyes. Turn my head one more time and notice you nod your head away. I'm not afraid to play that little game. Back chatting with my friends again, but can feel you close to me, grabbing my waist wanting a hug. Could it be? As I turn around, it's her. I forgot that she was with me and back from the bathroom. Nibbling on my ear, whispering the play by play of how she's going to take my innocence away. Sitting back down right next to me, again I feel those laser blue eyes seeking another glance. I take a quick chance, look your way as an eye brow slowly creeps up with a quick smirk. Now I feel like a real jerk because I want to walk your way and flirt. But I already have a skirt to lift up at the end of the night but want a new present to unwrap. So I slowly walk away from the table and pretend to head to the little boys room all the while I walk by you smelling that fresh perfume and consume that aura you have reflecting upon me. I know you want me as much as I want you so I slowly brush your hand upon mine and give your pinkie a quick squeeze. A quick tease and the picture was painted enough for you to get a clear vision. I know I was fishing but maybe the catch was worth loosing a tuna for something tastier. Crazier, I crave a long night of raging hormones, unattached, dismissing feelings and going on sheer instinct. One blink away from going to a place where hearts race and the pace could only be described in NASCAR terms. Walking away from the bar, in my arms, the girl I stay with. Keeping your lips and soft touch in my mind wondering what if....?