__________by Marciana
I saw her from the window
of the beat-up old car
The windows dirty,
stains covered her precious view
But I saw her. First her eyes.
Deep and penetrating. She looked at me
with brown eyes wide
Begging the question.
Who are you, where did you come?
I bowed my head
trying to avoid her eyes
That familiar knot
tied up inside me
I feared going there again.
But the feeling was overwhelming
She smiled at me.
Her lips so beautiful,
her brown luscious skin sucked me in
I wanted to touch her, call her to me.
I opened the door and looked at her.
Her hair short and curly, her smile radiant
She smiled at me,
her dimples deep like the core of an apple
The way she smelled. Her scent rising from her big
Beautiful breast. I could tell she wanted me as
I did her, without the words leaving our lips.
My thighs were warm and wet,
juices flowing like the first morning dew.
She looked at me again and again
It felt good. No, it felt great.
Yes, I murmured softly as
I touched her arm,
gently squeezing her hands in mine
Leading her to the path of rightousness
She followed without saying a word
Her long legs gracefully moving, almost gliding.
As I opened the door to the room,
she put her hands on my waist
I slowly turned around and noticed that the car was gone,
The tension built inside me like a fire on Chicago's south side
The door closed behind her and
I reached over and grabbed her
Without the thought of breeding
We were consumed with each other
It felt like a century without love and sex
Our tongues tangled together,
creating unbelievable sparkles.
I reached without hesitation
to undo her shirt, running my
hands across her full chocolate nipples.
They were so hard begging for my tongue
She sighed quietly trying not to create a scene
Her mouth digging into my shoulders, biting me softly
As I pulled off her shirt,
I looked up at her face
She stared back at me.
It was okay she was saying
I want it too.
I knew at that moment
that she knew who I was,
where I had come from.
