The Cruelty of Sex

She stood watching, eyes glued to my awkward shifting gaze

Her friends giggled as she stared, pulling each others' hair

Caressing their toes in and out of their slip-off shoes

Playing with each other as a storm eddies.

The girl stood still and held me in her vision.

Talking wildly, they groaned and hooted, singing, clicking, dancing

I took a breath and looked back, she smiled

It was an attractive smile, with cruelty in it.

I shrugged, asked her for a dance.

Her cohort hooted, poking tongues out, whistling

My arms went round her waist, she slipped hers about my neck

My pupils kept hers whilst we moved,

Dancing off the kerb and into the sun.

Her friends left behind as we danced all night.