brush of an elbow

meeting up on stools at an old speakeasy

drinking negronis in the hazy light of the smoky room

back in the day smoking was allowed

twinned activities, drinking and smoking

eating was an afterthought much later after the alcohol dulled the senses

all the bar stools had been full when i got there except the one to the right of him

settling in, neither of us spoke

negronis and cigs first to break the silence

i’m a sucker for guys in cowboy hats

his had an ostrich feather popping under the neon lights, erect and elongated at an angle like a hard penis too long to stand on his own

i’d blame it on the alcohol, but i’m perpetually horny

imagining him naked on a horse i’d bet his dick was the longest and widest girth when compared to a horse dick

he brushed my naked elbow as he picked up his drink

my elbow electrified as if shocked

not able to do a stare i wasn’t sure whom i was sitting next to

whomever, his energy was mine, too

he turned towards me as if taunting, but mostly the vibe was flirting

how are you, he spoke in a hushed tone

his voice pushed me over the edge

squirting warm white viscous liquid i knew i’d be there awhile