Her denial

Timeless...
The multitudes of faces and torsos disappear
She makes her entrance...
No faces turn...
No signals or notification...
Inside this cavernous tavern filled with empty ideals
Only she exists...
Slowly she makes her way
In my direction?
I've seen this before.
Not quite a case of deja vu
More reminiscent of a dreamlike state
My eyes travel the path of her frame
Coke bottle...
36-24-36...
Damn...
Stilettos tightening the calfs
Legs lengthened
Toned...
This twix bar had it all in the mix...
Caramel tone, chocolate sista...
Red gown with a slit down the side
Revealing the thighs...
Looking I sigh...
Leading to the hips...I lick my lips
Trying to pose as a Cool---er J.
Her vibe seems to shout out commandments
Commanding stares...commanding...
Slim waste...
My senses flare as I remember nights filled with passion
The taste...sweet...juicy...I've taste this before...
Not quite a case of deja vu
More reminiscent of a lust like state...
Breast sitting firm
The complexion of this creature?
Creamy...
Imagine taking all of gods glories
Momma's mixing pot
And making gumbo...
Yeah, gumbo...
She's THAT good.
Yet metaphors aside, I glance into the eyes...
Eyes which meet mine and flee...
I know I've seen her before...done this before...been here before...
We've spent the time....
The night...
The morning...
The afternoon...
The weekend...
That was one hell of a weekend...
Passions flooding, cravings...
Overwhelmed from the desire, the tastes of our trial...
And now all I'm getting is her denial?
No.
Not after the tongue tricks, golden wrappers and beach side showers...
Not after lengthy nights, early mornings, and late afternoons...
Not after tracing each and every crevice of her being with my lips...
Not after spending hours pleasing places between hips...
No, she won't deny me...
Not after lavish luxuries, loving laughter, and languished lore...
Not after the plans we made in hopes to continue the week before...
Not after the hearts acceptance of this lust-filled capture
And definitely not before breakfast the morning after...
No.
She won't deny me...

....nicely done

Oh your good... Keep on rhymin simon...bad I know...

Thanks KC much appreciated.

Italy, same to you keep on keeping on.

Blue blooded murder of the english tounge!

Something about that reply seemed awfully appropriate, thanks Ekko

Oh my, I miss so much when I don't come online....good one

I love your style

Keeps me hooked....

I love it!!!


Tammy

Thanks Tammy,

much appreciated. I'll keep em coming...