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09 Saturday Jul 2016

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it was 1am
hot and humid.
the neighbours were arguing,
nobody could sleep.
I was sweating.
even in the nude
the overhead fan didn’t help.
I longed for someone,
anyone
to distract me
from this endless night.
then you came,
my dream angel
wrapped only in a sheet.

 

“Hi handsome, want some company?”
you dropped the sheet.
long legs.
buoyant breasts,
curves that go on forever…

god, I love being me.
you saunter towards me
knowing the effect
you have on me,
on any man.
you want something.
so do I.
come to me,
have a lie down,
let’s be sociable.
this isn’t our first,
it may be continued.
who knows?
now it’s right,
now it’s salvation,
tomorrow will decide itself.
I’m immersed in your red lips.
I’m in heaven.

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Shadrak

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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Saturday found me at the Shadrak,
a downstairs club that had it all.
A woman took the floor in glad rags.
I felt I was in for a fall.

She spied me lounging in the corner.
My eyes caressed her every move.
She beckoned me over to the dance floor,
sleazy blues had us in the groove.

She was a tall sleek woman with a class act,
slumming and feeling so high.
Knew this was wrong — her legs were so long,
dress was cut up to her thigh.
She had to be a wife or a girlfriend,
no man would let this woman slip by.

Soft fingers stole away my reason,
for her I’d do right or wrong.
Flash of a thigh, wink of an eye,
she played that dress just like a song.
Maybe her lips, or the sway of her hips,
she had my number all along.

The scene couldn’t have been sweeter,
‘till Johnny sauntered through that door.
Cursed us a while, said we were vile,
reputations trampled on the floor.
Should have walked away, that isn’t my way,
his accusations cut to my core.

No backing down for right or for wrong,
for her I had to settle the score.
Glint of a knife, the end of a life,
Johnny lay dying on the floor.

Built to tantalize, she knew she was a prize;
she was a tall sleek woman with a class act,
slumming and feeling so high.
Knew this was wrong — her legs were so long,
I couldn’t let this woman slip by.
I wouldn’t let this woman slip by.

 
 
 
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