freakedA Poem by Ross Davison
freak
funky fast and spinning wild.
the shuffle twist butt shake, groovin past the belly shirt lass.
she follows your flow, the lids colored radar blue and glitter bright,
licking lips and watching below the belt buckle and wallet zone walk,
and your pushed to admit she’s rockin, glance back catching trace look.
low cut and pointing tunes too loud to hear the beer.
her clock wound up and willing, the look see
asks you what your putting down.
flashing the dimmer flick shadows fill in the space
between sweaty cleave slick and breathing heave.
switch hitting the aqua to keep the pace replied,
a grin within bursts out and beautiful, but bumped interrupt the jerk
asks her to spindle her mixture cream
in his dream retort,
and back to the man at hand she rolls her beamers at the “cool” fool.
dark coat rack black unseen and pulse only quiet
the bump beat taps her close to you and her name is Cher-UMP BAP.
repeated pulls the chain bulb bright, and her hand is close and heated, pulling
to exhaust steam and ventilate, giving you the up down as she pulls up
closer than drops in a tub, to nestle scent and check cornea color.
push back and tag along a tune that sways her grind,
the drinks left behind and gathering rings on the table,
it’s time
move groove and back the fourth.
floor starts to show more and more until she asks
for another great date to meet
and her freckles light up her smile left on a piece
of paper, ripped in two,
swapped and kissed away on your sunrise bed.
grinning and
freaked.
© 2008 Ross DavisonReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 20, 2008 AuthorRoss DavisonNew Bedford, MAAboutBorn on Cape Cod, and transported from school to school, I began writing at 15. Twisting the way the words layed on the paper, spreading them out to accentuate pauses or connections. I've been publi.. more..Writing
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