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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's one a.m., he decides it's time go to the club. He is wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white T-shirt tattooed to his torso. A lit cigarette in his mouth seems glued to the top of his lip. He walks to his own paint brush. He takes in a deep breath. He can taste all the desire in the filthy night air. Hear the screams of months past. He can even hear the friction of dancing flesh. He has reached the Black Hole that is his Universe. Lynette shoves him against a brick wall. Hard! She puts her tongue down his throat and licks his lungs. He smells her scent. They don't advertise the entrance. It's very dark just outside the club. Yet he still knows now. It's not Lynette. He is sure he has never met this woman. He knows it's wrong but he doesn't stop. He is not going to do anything to stop this. She owns him as she pulls him into the alley. He lets her take him. He spends the next while swimming in a pool of pornographic imagery. She takes control and takes him on the adult ride at the fairway. Lucky! He is just tall enough to get on. He leaves to float above and watch himself with her. Raw flesh! He stares, they are both there but he only sees her. Everything she is races through his mind. He looks at himself. His face is blank. She treats him to uncharted territory as she massages something deep inside of him. He floats back to be whole, to hold her, and ride her. Driving hard, fast and mean working the ride to its climax. The brakes screech and they go catatonic in perfect sync. Neither one of them makes a sound. They stand there motionless, grasping for air. Holding the moment. For a second, for a minute, for a lifetime. They kiss. For a second... She holds him gently. They look at one another. for...,a minute... Their eyes are adjusted to the dark now. She maps every inch of his face with one finger. Tongues touch, lips lock and they just hold ...for a lifetime. And even before she leaves. He knows she's gone. He can't remember another time when doing wrong felt so right. Calmly he lights a cigarette, and he walks down the stairs. He looks around as his body vibrates to the movement of the music. There she is waiting for him on the floor. His hips are loose and his legs start to lead as he takes her in his arms and dances It's Lynette and him ...for a second, for a minute, for a lifetime. Maurice Yvonne September 1 2014
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