t the game, the crowd was loud,
But all I saw was Claire in the crowd.
Green eyes and a redhead's flare,
She stood behind me, unaware.

Her plaid skirt teased, her smile was bold,
A promise of trouble yet to unfold.
No words exchanged, just a knowing glance,
I was hooked, caught in her trance.

Later that night, fate played its part,
A bump, a number slipped to start.
At the food court, she was waiting there,
A fantasy in red heels, beyond compare.

Her touch was playful, her eyes intense,
But the night’s promise made all else make sense.
Back to her dorm, in darkness we fell,
Her body a secret I couldn’t help but tell.

She came alive under my touch,
Four times she shivered, but it wasn’t too much.
Then she took control, her gaze a flame,
With skill that drove me past any shame.

Time stood still, or maybe it flew,
Until I gave in, everything she knew.
Pure ecstasy, she didn’t relent,
And I collapsed beside her, utterly spent.

Imposed by a scent of the back chatter,
behind the air of the hair tucked by your ear
once a soul that was merely an imposter
The intense pleasure continues on- waking up
to the sound of dawn; under the thinnest of clouds
thin as butter- as the sunlight spreads across
The edge of their world; as like two legs spread apart
with a promise of a night filled with wet love
Two lips are meeting in the yellow shivers, beneath
the huge gems of eyes, that hold out a jewelled pleasure

The two resting upon a bed made out of barley;
filled in intoxicating lines of brand-new sheets-
The smell of regret only shows as the rise of after cigarettes
The towers of greying tired eyes; numb under the tomb’s
excrete- the cold breathes of kissing with a cold heart,
lifts the fur of a lion’s haunches

***** buckled by the belt wrapped around one’s desire
at another attempt- it’s no stranger, then the grave on
the tongue of a perfectly dead conversation
And about then, he wonders how could he go back to
the past, once where they were just casual friends…

If not your touch, that ignites my skin,
then let it be your presence,
that wraps around me, pulling me in.

Your nearness, a magnetic force,
a silent whisper, a powerful source.
Every inch of you, I crave, I need,
whether it’s your touch, or just your presence indeed.