![]() One Night...A Poem by Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX
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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