Single Nights

Last night

I kissed a guy

and tasted vodka 

with a tinge of bar smoke

mesmerized by the way his eyes spoke.

I followed his sultry voice

outside where his hands found my hips

and I licked the freedom off his lips

the freedom in knowing I can forget his name,

in knowing he will forget mine

in knowing I could get lost in a good time

But we only kissed

and when he left, I smiled.

It felt good to be wild once in awhile.