It is normally midnight
When everything shuts down
If you’re in the club, this doesn’t happen til damn near two.
But not tonight.
That isn’t what happened at all.
I got all gussied up,
Over my face, I made an extreme fuss.
I put on these heels- the kind that demand sex in the bedroom
Whew. I’m telling you…
I looked like I had been hand dipped in sin.
And that’s when the police came in-
Silly me, I thought them a part of the show-
Imagined some Magic Mike type of action.
But that isn’t how this story was to go.
With very little discussion and thankfully no guns drawn-
Though of them, they had plenty-
They shut the place down and escorted everyone out.
And that is why, tonight-
The hour of which I must call it quits
Came at ten-
Where not a drop, not even one had entered my system.
That phrase ‘hand-dipped in sin’ is absolutely glorious! This poem seems like the preface – or a conclusion – to a larger tale; really intriguing!