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.




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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

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