One Night
ONE NIGHT
Written from an observing perspective only…
She looks demure, but only from certain eyes.
Stormy dark hair gently ribboning
Soft skin still shivering since the sunrise,
Longing for warmth that his sturdy hand implies—
He traverses unknown regions, knowing the laws,
knowing the cert of rapt euphoria will come…
Tongues twisting, the whole world looming on pause…
Then the waves come, in violent, thunderous applause
Her surface being washed over by energy
She wanted to jump, to go over the edge,
But she knew after the edge it was sensory
A complete loss of it from intensity
Yet these waves felt so rudimentary
As if her body craves such experience
Like other passions were complimentary
And this one should be sought from memory.
Her body tensed, she screamed infectiously,
On the surface, at first, it looks like pain
Her glorious screams though, like an unflawed melody
In step, like nothing else mattered, came clarity.
Her body cooling from internal combustion
For a trice, her inner thighs could shatter walls
It can only be described as connection
Intrinsic, empathetic, body connection.
…and like that she falls asleep, wearing a smirk
Having braced for a tsunami of passion
She savors relief, reaping rewards from her homework,
Then back up on the grind each day like clockwork.
…Woman…amazing.
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Whew! Very emotively expressed verse, Paul. Well done.
Thank you Phyllis. Glad you enjoyed it.
Very well written. Full of passion and heat. I absolutely love the way this poem ends! Incredible read thank you. Jamie
Jamie thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed this.
Fantastic read Paul – full of passion. Love it.
Thank you so much Kurt.