She and IA Poem by Blank_fortunes
It's the Moments more than the seconds, minutes, hours, or days.
I Locked eyes with her at the pool hall with the eight ball taking it's rightful place. A median for our eyes to interact with as if it intrigued us enough to steal us away from a glanced that warmed both our bodies. Foreshadowing our first embrace. The Game becoming more and more unimportant quickly fading away. I ask her for the moment that I wish for the two of us to share on that wrap around porch in two Carolina hand made rocking chairs that squeak somedays in, but somedays out of sync. To a Stranger she barely knows she smiles and gives me the same. She replied that she wish to be on my lips completely draining her energy and emotions on this pool table once placed between us... Outside... in the rain. On that same wrap around the porch with her hair being grazed when she leans back towards the edge releasing all of her worries, stress, and pains. Then she whispers to me clearly in the loud crowded pool hall "I never want you to forget my name." So to the stranger I know so well I grab her hand and I assist her to the first time we made Love on that pool table that we would keep along side the memories. She made it her room the eyes surrounding us with admiration bothered neither her nor me. They faded to black with my tunnel visioning tightening around her as she mounted me. Wetting my lips with her warmth, my portions, my addiction, and my new found need. Swallowing any evidence of her existence it is my responsibility to give her, her best release. My first Love... Poetry...
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3 Reviews Added on January 4, 2015 Last Updated on January 26, 2015 Tags: Fantasy, Love, First Love, Poetry, pool table, porch, Rain, wrap around porch, lips, embrace AuthorBlank_fortunesDurham, NCAboutOur deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we.. more..Writing
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