One Night...

 

One night...

 

Star crossed eyes met
on the riverbanks of lover's lust.
Passin through personal space
Intrigue is followed by interest
Oils and perfumes touch.
One breaks ones neck,
The other slows ones step

They connect.

Currents of electricity arc
sparking a thought

feelings caught

Sips of courage
passes through each ones lips.
A volley of flirtations commence
Words mingle, then Tango.
A dimple sits on a smile
if only for a while.

Female intuition set on suspension
Replaced by carnal desires.

Male chivalry exchanged for
Well laid white lies
Sent through a fog of mystery
to masquerade his true intent.

                          

                      He's in love; She's in love,
                                He's in love; She's in love,
                                      She's in love; He's in love...
                        in...the moment.

Night...reaching its twilight.
the exchange of
numerical sequences.

Escorted to her cherry chariot door
Eyes meet once more
Dry lips become moist


Uncomfortable silence...


Awkward question leads to a
exchange of simple fluids; They kiss.

Shoulder tapped
3rd wheel ready to roll.

"come on gurl im ready 2 go-o-oo"

chest heave...

Wet lips and tantric breaths put on pause
Sex odyssey laid in ruins.

a wink from her window seat
nearly lifts him off his feet
car lights
swallowed up in the night.

2 soldiers...left
standing at attention.

Time flies
when you're in love...

the street wobbles
beneath his feet.
his world is a swirl of paradigms.

His destination home.

Drop off complete.

Now hers is home alone
But she's...
floating back...
down...Memory Dr
Adding alternate scenarios
to earlier events.

Temperature rising,
knee's meet... more heat.
Wet gets...wetter
Lip slightly swollen from
to much nibbling.

He's steady shifting an
adjusting his stick
But he only drives a automatic.

Their fingers instinctively dial,
calls collide...

...Dropped...

Frustration sits in
Love barely tasted,
feelings so...wasted
So...They call it quits

Car doors close...home

They fumble for keys,
he drops his
She walks in
Yet still hot off the effects of no sex.
Solider at ease
But he's got a couple of movies
& he's eager
To simulate a private episode.

She's in the house.

His cell is low,
car charger out of town.

His neighbor must have just came in
Heels tapping his ceiling.
He hides his pride
in a devilish smile & redials.

Melodic humming off in the distance
Disrupted by a...
ring...
ring...

Uhm...Hello, Hello...
Echo... UH OHH...

He looks up, she looks down,
Small world...
She knows the girl down stairs is out of town

Hesitation...hesitation...
He..ss..it...ta....tion
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One Night...



4 fingers an a pen poetry...

 

Reviews

[Li Li]

I believe this is the first of yours I have read where you wrote all the words out... Lol.

You have a way of getting in touch with your "romantic" side. You do it in a way not many could ever find. It's as if light just gleams from the words... the light you provided it with while exposing your innermost emotions.

You are a true storyteller... through poetry.

Keep blowing.... keep blowing....