by Amanda Fox
Lying in wait --
Fresh from a dream
Of psychedelic kisses
And bestial moans --
Soaring beyond the clouds as you danced me to the moon --
The blues in your hips,
The sweep of your collarbone,
The allure of your scent,
So potent and strong.
Wanting, needing, craving
To feel the urgency of your grip
On the curve of my breast,
To possess you deep inside,
To never let you go.
Weaving your heart with mine,
Flying so fast, so high
That light and sound and time combined
As we laughed and sang and fucked --
Your spirit like a storm across my welcoming sky.
Longing to see,
Longing to know,
Wandering through gilded fields,
And swimming cerulean seas
Born solely by thoughts of you.
The silk of your hair,
The fondness of your fingers
As they flitted across my chest,
And the softness of your lips as we kissed --
As we harnessed the sun.
Like a forest finding fall,
I skimmed your body to find you there,
So obliging and stiff, so tantalizingly perfect,
That I entered a world
From which I will never return.
And I remember.
There she goes, all ass and tits,
Swerving slyly through the hips,
Cigarettes and Baby Phat
Click, clack, click, clack -- she walks like that.
Leopard spandex, ponytail,
Cheap perfume and love for sale.
Talking loudly to her phone,
Fuck no, she ain't comin' home.
Eyes are darting here and there,
Looking for a lurid stare.
Who you gonna get with bitch?
Any offers -- scratch that itch.
Make-up, take-up, back-it-up, stop
"Wanna fuck, you dirty cop?"
A knowing wink and then some fun,
Pussy's pride is on the run.