Kiss Him

Kiss him,
She said,
As we sipped bourbon
At her table,
Her head tilted.
I want to watch him
Kiss you.

I’m not kissing him,
I said,
Rolling my eyes
In mock disgust,
No thank you.

He’s a good kisser,
She said.
Go ahead.
Do it.

Sweetheart,
She called to him,
Give our girl a kiss
She hasn’t been
Kissed well
In so long.

And then
She turned to me
And said,
Isn’t that right?
You miss kissing?
You haven’t been
Properly kissed in
forever?
Go for it.
Kiss. Him.

Shut the fuck up
I said.
I’m so not kissing him.
You’re drunk
And tomorrow
You’ll be pissed.

No, she said.
Tomorrow I’ll be
Just fucking fine.
And she turned to him
Spitfire angry
And said
What the fuck
Are you waiting for?
Kiss her!

And we knew
We were
So screwed.

And so
He sighed
Locked eyes with me
Leaned in
And brushed his lips
Against mine.

To my credit
I did not groan
Or gasp
Or lean into him.

I stayed
Absolutely
Fucking
Statue still.

And she lost it.
She stood up
Pointed at us
And said,
I. Said. Fucking. Kiss.

And I looked at her
And at him
And sighed
And said to her,
You won’t
Be able to
Unsee this.

And I stood up
Arms out in surrender
And snapped into
Full brat mode.

You heard her,
Sweetie,
I said
To him
Fucking kiss me.
Show her
What she’s
Missing.

And I felt
The shift in him.
It was as if
She disappeared.
He was focused only
On me.
A hawk after its prey,
A hunter.
A predator.

In a split second
He pounced.
Hand to my throat
Then demanding
Behind my neck.
I closed my eyes
Against the blazing
Green of
His
And then it was all
Lips.
Tongues.
Teeth.
Arms.
Hearts.
All tangled
And hot.

And I groaned.
And I bent to him.
And I dug my nails into
His strong arms.
And I didn’t give
Half a shit that
She was watching.

And it wasn’t a long kiss,
At least not for us
But when he pulled back
I was breathless,
Shaking
And wet.

There,
She said
Looking only at me
Head still tilted,
That’s what it’s like
To be kissed properly.
There’s no reason
To sneak it.
You have my
Permission.
Kiss my husband
Whenever
The fuck
You want.

And with shiny eyes
She looked at him
And said,
You’re welcome.
And she walked away
To their bedroom
Shutting the door
Too quietly.

Once she was
Gone
I looked at him
And said
You heard her.
Permission granted.
Fucking kiss me.

And he did.
Up against the wall
In her kitchen
He kissed me.
It was raw
And messy
And so fucking hot.

And I was glad for
Our pounding
Heartbeats
And panting groans
Drowning out
The sound of
Her soft sobs
From behind
Their closed
Bedroom
Door.