Dancehall
Wine
Grind
Stepping slowly to the beat
Sweat
Heat
Between you and me
Your hands on my hips
And guide me to the rhythm
Lighters in the air
Smoke everywhere
But there is nothing but silence between you and me
I feel the sweat on your cheek
Pressed up against me
Bodies In sync
Meant to meet
A crowd all around
But together we are escaping
via pulsating cadence
You stand so close to me
I can feel your heartbeat
Chest thumps
Beats bump
Hair on my neck
Sticky
Sweat beads
Your fingers intertwine with mine
We pause
Suddenly there is no sound
Eyes lock
Bodies pop
To the beat
In crowded the dancehall
It’s just you in me
Sex in clothes
In syncopated beats
Now
At this moment
You and Me
Wine
Grind
Stepping slowly to the beat
Sweat
Heat
Between you and me
Your hands on my hips
And guide me to the rhythm
Lighters in the air
Smoke everywhere
But there is nothing but silence between you and me
I feel the sweat on your cheek
Pressed up against me
Bodies In sync
Meant to meet
A crowd all around
But together we are escaping
via pulsating cadence
You stand so close to me
I can feel your heartbeat
Chest thumps
Beats bump
Hair on my neck
Sticky
Sweat beads
Your fingers intertwine with mine
We pause
Suddenly there is no sound
Eyes lock
Bodies pop
To the beat
In crowded the dancehall
It’s just you in me
Sex in clothes
In syncopated beats
Now
At this moment
You and Me
a little weekend fun? forget the poem...do tell!!!
ReplyDelete@PK...just a little "wine" going on at the Reggae club (with the finest man I ever laid eyes on)...That's it!
ReplyDeleteNice prose, as usual. The only thing missing is the sound of the drummer. But if the reader was engaged as I, then he or she can easily hear the thumping sounds.
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