The sound of
running waters, the cloud of cannabis
Crouched
bare in the old bathtub
With the
creaking cries of the indecisive radio channels
Buzzing
questions and assumptions in weird imaginary pictures
Yea it
happened again!
Deeper
kisses to the mold lips of marihuana
Curled smoke
travel to the brains
To hit the
replay button “how did it happen?”
Spine thrown
hair, black eye makeup like the sorceress’
Scarlet
arched lips, silhouette stride of laps
Body saying
“Touch me”
Mind praying
“Love me”
Music and
merry, Fun and noise
Laughter and
intoxication, booze and dance
All these
were the prologue of the movie
Till the
real scene shows the flying of shirts and panties
Hurriedly
from the body to the floor
Jelly feast
of chewing kisses
Magical
yearning of touch like nothing ever existed
“Go eazy on
me you have all night baby”
The next
flight landing of backs to the bed
Till the
hard bounce before shit gets real
Then the
thrust, the pounce
The hopping
and screaming
Sweet lies, sweet
words
Hate is the ‘F’
word
Love was the
impression;- conveyed in lust
Climbed down
the hill, climax at its peak
Eyes wide
open………….
There she sat in the tub……..
There she sat in the tub……..
Drugs, Rum, Music and Sex! Yea! that is the life we live as phrased in this piece. Hey! No possessive reference as y'all can see. Lets see how mature minds can connect on this. That was one out of my numerous imagination about sex. I can bet you've got more in your head [*winks*]
#NoRegrets
Love Always
Sa'eedah
