_____ by Bastet

Fusion
Heated skins clinging like
magnetic jealousy

She pulled up
her shadow strolls beside my breast
and popping hips

I dance.
Trance. Brought her so close to my mouth
under the lights
Inside the beats of the House
The club is busting open from bodies
bodies that move

bodies that tease
bodies that thrust
bodies that wind down and meet the soft bottoms
of divine creatures in heels
in leather
bodies that yield caught hands in pouting cleavage

bodies that are suspended in gravity defying dreads
and short cuts

The black
The black bodies
weaving between exhaled smoke
steam arisen from sweat

bodies that click to the DJ's drop
and Stop

in the gap of tossed time rhyths
she pulled up
to me.
Body. Placed some fingers on the side of my torso
spun me to claps and stomps of music

spun me to the city night
peaking

She's long and red.
Coal hair, full lips the hot siesta in the well
of my throat
She's green. The exit is red. The cab is canary
yellow.
Two hours later
Three weeks creeping
Clipped in the space fill of her thighs
She charges. Comes and goes. . .goes
in wet pulses down my chin

stretching into the bass we grind out to the thin
walls
the measure of the soft belly
her fingers in a safari
on the interior of the plush triangle down
and open
between my legs

Her tongue's like a tattoo.
Wearing into me.

The exit was red. The cab was canary yellow.
She pulled up to me in the backseat
We rode underneath urban lamps.
Coming for miles and miles

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