holy shit(as it were)
she looks at me
and speaks to her friend as she does
the accent thick (slavic)deep round face
eyes dark and shooting
spines of electricity
through my brain/soulshe looks often
almost smiling
quizzically erotic
i grow empoweredi cannot resist
but to swallow her sight
breasts of perfection
barely encased in blacka neck of silk
proud chin of heritage
lips full red of their own
volition, parted, smilingshe has watched me
drink her
with my eyes
and knows my mindin her hands
i want my
words
for her to know mesince i cannot
speak
approach
movetransfixed
my eyes
to hers
as she looks againthis time
long
penetrating
pulling at memy god (she does)
she knows my words
and smiles again
as she stands
to leavei watch the graceful
curves of her chest
hips
backside, moveas she leaves
with her friend (lover)
walking past me close
slighly brushingme with her thigh
her heat and
intensity
imprinted in my fleshi sigh
and will submit
knowing i won't see her again
everyet i submit
and hope
that once again
she will know my words© 1993 C Rex
June 27