Wine Color

=The way he kept looking at me

With those dark, intense eyes, he seemed to see right through me

As I took a sip, my cheeks flushed red

From the words, “drinks on me,” he gently said

I played with my hair, twirling a strand around

Avoiding his gaze, I flickered my eyes around

Nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach, thankfully hard to see

Were I at home, I would have gone crazy like a bee

That spark flickered in his eyes as he smiled a bit

Looking handsome in his perfect tuxedo fit

Making me dive into his intoxicating yet alluring charm

Every instinct screamed at me to stay away from this harm

His lips were red and soft, Juicy it seems

Hold on, stop, it's too early to deem

Walking towards me and he asked me for a dance

I kept the drink aside and was shocked to have such a great chance

Veiny hands, a warrior's map, emerged from white

Mind declined but heart ached to accept and surrender to that sight

One of his hands brushed the curve of my waist through the dress

And mine landed on his muscular shoulder, tough man, my first guess

His other hand slowly grasped mine, his fingers curling around mine

The temperature turned up but I acted as if everything was fine

My body burned when I felt his breath on my bare shoulder as we turned

Bowing to each other in the end with a strange bliss but the pleasure not returned

His eyes were burning with intensity while mine were intoxicated with the tension on

I turned towards the exit and hoped him to stop me from being gone.