Closure

Biting her champagne lip
eyes focus upon his fingertips
Wind pushing her blonde hair forward
one question hangs in the air toward
closure...her voice trails off
He envisions her sharp nails
softly caressing his heated skin
right before it all began
and oh god her sighs
how they fueled his moans
pressing his thighs against her
breathless tones right before she ---
came here because I want to know
instead of watching you leave
can we please be friends?
He says yes -- suspiciously
too eagerly, too quickly
bringing relief to her sick
queasy upside down stomach
thank god I haven't undone it all
She is comforted by him
unaware it is the end
and that he will never call
again