Ice cubes in the drink she gives him.
They float and clink in the dirty gin.
With his finger, he traces the side of her hip.
A faint hint of danger he tastes on her lips.
She whispers his name and nibbles an earlobe.
In full control of this game, she orders him to disrobe.
He stands to eagerly comply but falls and bumps his chin.
Feeling dizzy, he shuts his eyes. What did you put in my gin?
Don’t worry you won’t die; just something to make you sleepy.
I’m sure you’ll live a long, happy life, but you’ll do so with only one kidney.
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