A Near Miss
Nearly lost on busy, familar streets
Hidden in the dun of the city's night
Invisible to the bustle of hopeless throngs
Detached from those people buzzing by
Until her fiery eyes hook into me true.
Directions alter, predestined plans changed
Pulled into the seductive gravity well of her
Nudged by simple curiosity or primality
The calculus of my near forgotten desires,
A feminine mystery worth exploring.
Drifting behind her sensual wake,
Branching away from the river of souls
She turns her head, shooting another smile
For just my eager eyes, my growing hunger
Or perhaps acknowledging I am hers to sway.
A music blares, for similar couples grinding
In this long, forgotten place of worship
Of new lovers awakened and ensnared
She presses against me fully, arousing me further
And I am awakened to her near naked truth
The chamber reeks of raw sex and rawer wants
Of hundreds suddenly recalling
The truest meaning of life.
To touch, to feel, to slowly seduce
To fuck and become more than singular.
Her hand drags me far away
To a seclude, to be more alone.
To allow her to such selfish probings
Of tearing my proper garments free
To show me she is just as enslaved.
I succumb to her layered scents
The created perfumes that mask her
And baser aromas that are hers alone
Those raw ones that tease of her desires
Those that make my mouth want even more.
Mouths locked, pinning her against the wall
Her legs wrapped around me, a trap in truth
Her hands guiding me into her shallows and depths
A temporary missing piece, we now a completed puzzle
Of lust and sin and illicit expressions
Of wet, sticky releases
Of screams and moans
Of animal instincts
Of sentient longings
Of pleasures deeper than technological distractions
She whimpers in our aftermath
And kisses in a finality
Yet the sparkle in her eyes,
Hint that this simple connection
Needs often repeating.
We flow back through the music,
Out into the dun of the long night
Separated by opposing flows of reality
Connected now by a fleeting, sacred memory
And a hope of future things to come.
Nearly lost on busy, familar streets
Engulfed in the dun of the city's deep night
Invisible to the bustle of endless throngs
I finally lose her in the empty chaos
Yet, I feel more clearly than I did before her.