Monday, August 25, 2008

black girl

slowed by the macadam rise
i turn to see you there
eyes of warm caramel return a knowing stare
propped against the trestle steel
the curl of your lower lip
can not be concealed
as the subtle flip of your hair makes you look away
only to return again in earnest

the glow of your high cheeks
frame your vision squarely
allowing me to concentrate no more
as eyes wander ever lower
the fine paisley dress hugs you like an exhibit
showing attributes of form and figure
wresting notions from my mind
nestled in the sublime

pink painted nails on toasted skin
smooth the billow of fabric and breeze
further accentuating your curved silhouette
and sending fire through my veins
caught in this moment, flushed and wanting
your look betrays you
as your knees weaken their resolve
against both gravity and sense

you let your thoughts drift momentarily
to the hand pressing up your inner thigh
a moan escapes your lips followed by a sigh
as your eyes become too heavy to focus
exposing your thoughts to all who pass you there
allowing yourself just this one moments
release from your daily grind, you let go
opening your eyes again and i am gone


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