Prequel

 

There...
was...
This...
This...

Tempting temptress of interest

who...always sensuously sat
at a comfortable distance.
Her thickness was my weakness.
Elegantly sinless
couldn't dismiss this.

Framed chestnut pearl eye's
you couldn't quite miss.

The lean in her stride
left me with visions of

the next days coming attractions.

Carmel Candy City with the flyest rides.

Resisted my desire
to trade places
with the envious
empty seat next to Ms. Right.

Loved how the light hit her legs,
crossed for their afternoon conference.

Dug how her lips seemed to
seduce her lipstick.

Admired her living on her own
personal Liberty Island.
Silence and the occasional solitude
must have been her former mistress's.

Exquisite dictations on the phone left me
penmanshipin this poem.

 

Words hung in mid flight

filling this feelin in me, soundin so right

signature notes float aloaf

not clashn they cashmere toast

 

Man...

the flip of her tongue even had ummmph...

 

& i...
Didn't want to be too presumptuous
flirting around her circumference.
I was...kind of new to this.
So I lost the grace of my patience
and tempted fate with my haste
asking for a after work candle light session.

Maybe we could end the intimate
equations of my summations of...

 

 

what's all in a kiss

4 finger & a pen poetry...