happy (fucking) new year, Dawn

he was drunk, on red wine
but she was drunker, on him

he never had any inhibitions
but hers were stripped away by the sound of his voice in her ear


his hands left her hips as he took a step back to watch her


her fingers fumbled
but found the zip
to allow her dress
to slip and fall
to the floor

shaking, with equal amounts
of doubt and lust,
she boldly looked up
into his eyes, and dared him to


pleased, he placed his hand on his belt
and with a coy smile, replied

as you wish