We slip from our cars, a silent scene,
and I see her—the creature I crave.
In a tight, short, black skirt, lean and clean,
she bends clutching her purse, a shadowed wave.
Her curves whisper beneath taut seams,
a silent call my eyes can’t refuse.
From ankle to chest, a waking dream,
lost in the lines I’m hungry to lose.
A breeze stirs softly, sweet as a sigh,
lifting my dress to reveal bare thigh.
The slit, too high for daylight’s grace,
exposes my skin, my secret place.
I shift, I sway—a wordless plea,
hoping she sees, hoping she feels like me.
Our heels tap time, a rhythm shared,
toward the steel tower where we disappear.
Her scent—lavender, earth, fresh rain—
fills my lungs, a soft, sharp pain.
Lush dark wet red lips, a Cabernet wine,
match her fiery hair, almost divine.
At the elevator, I hold back, let her pass,
and she slips to the wall, against the glass.
I step in close, her warmth aligned,
my shoulders brush hers, a pulse I find.
Her firm chest pierces my silk, heat alive beneath,
a silent pulse, a bittersweet wreath.
In mirrored walls, our glances catch,
a chase of shadows we barely match.
Each look a spark, a forbidden flame,
a touch reflected, wet lips without name.
Our breath held tight, a stolen light,
heartbeats quickening out of sight.
The car begins; I graze her hand,
our fingers tremble, a silent demand.
Through sheer white silk blouse, my desires unveiled,
her eyes linger where warmth exhaled.
A sigh escapes, her fingers slide,
a fire unspoken we cannot hide.
Silence. The doors sigh open, she's gone, a trace—
cold stale air rushes in, fills her empty place.
Tears ***** my eyes, the sharp, sweet sting
of a shadowed dream that can’t take wing.
Tomorrow awaits, another city, another stage,
but her touch remains, a ghost on the page—
a nameless memory, forever replayed.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 5:55 PM UTC
We slip from our cars, a silent scene,
and I see her—the creature I crave.
In a tight, short, black skirt, lean and clean,
she bends clutching her purse, a shadowed wave.
Her curves whisper beneath taut seams,
a silent call my eyes can’t refuse.
From ankle to chest, a waking dream,
lost in the lines I’m hungry to lose.
A breeze stirs softly, sweet as a sigh,
lifting my dress to reveal bare thigh.
The slit, too high for daylight’s grace,
exposes my skin, my secret place.
I shift, I sway—a wordless plea,
hoping she sees, hoping she feels like me.
Our heels tap time, a rhythm shared,
toward the steel tower where we disappear.
Her scent—lavender, earth, fresh rain—
fills my lungs, a soft, sharp pain.
Lush dark wet red lips, a Cabernet wine,
match her fiery hair, almost divine.
At the elevator, I hold back, let her pass,
and she slips to the wall, against the glass.
I step in close, her warmth aligned,
my shoulders brush hers, a pulse I find.
Her firm chest pierces my silk, heat alive beneath,
a silent pulse, a bittersweet wreath.
In mirrored walls, our glances catch,
a chase of shadows we barely match.
Each look a spark, a forbidden flame,
a touch reflected, wet lips without name.
Our breath held tight, a stolen light,
heartbeats quickening out of sight.
The car begins; I graze her hand,
our fingers tremble, a silent demand.
Through sheer white silk blouse, my desires unveiled,
her eyes linger where warmth exhaled.
A sigh escapes, her fingers slide,
a fire unspoken we cannot hide.
Silence. The doors sigh open, she's gone, a trace—
cold stale air rushes in, fills her empty place.
Tears ***** my eyes, the sharp, sweet sting
of a shadowed dream that can’t take wing.
Tomorrow awaits, another city, another stage,
but her touch remains, a ghost on the page—
a nameless memory, forever replayed.
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