Below is the poem entitled Just in a split second-The sexuality of the lady in Red which was written by poet
Makama. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Already in the bar at about 7:45pm,
as weak as a 'just fed' serpent
my body movements, so slow,
like a turtle, walking in caution of danger,
feeling so stiff like a concrete block,
and even my heart beat, I could strongly feel
which outweighs the noise, music and bells all combined.
Then came this lady, elegant and sharp
very beautiful and on skimpy clothing.
She sat with the aura of royalty,
just three chairs away from me.
I was cold, stiff and lost in space
and her short red skirt accentuated her voluptuous curves.
She graced with divinity and was absolutely magnetic,
her attraction was so axiomatic to be unnoticed.
Her smile? They were inevitably contagious,
and all one could do is to fall sick of a follow up excitement.
She twisted her Neck gently and tenderly,
turning left and right as she talked to the persons around her.
Her words, so soft and peaceful, could turn even a Lion on.
Her changing positions, switching legs to cross over the other,
only made me more of a moron.
My ego dropped, principles sublimed
and I was in the depth of wretchedness and lustful desires,
sudden heat from an internal inferno came out of me,
Those wonderfully, shaped, spotless and artistic legs of hers,
stopped my systemic circulation, increasing my lust for her.
Nothing can describe perfection, not even close to this beauty.
Her naturally curved circumferential breasts,
which dangle as she speaks, sapped all oxygen in me.
The way she licked her lips
during any pause in conversation,
so red, flexible and thin,
has made me drown so deep in sin,
Not even gallons of whiskey nor hundreds of bottles of beer
could make me stare away from this rare creature.
I just needed that particular soft touch from her,
I needed to smell the stimulating scent from her hair,
exhibiting such liberty like a loose elastic ring.
A wonder of Nature and an epitome of sexuality,
the symbol of masculine vulnerability
and the object of love and lust,
all in one package is what even the Angels covet the most,
and here is one who is just three yards away from me.
as I stood up like a transformed wrecked engine,
with full confidence as though ready to face a panel,
all of a sudden I heard "Honey, I am done for today, let's go home"
coming from the bar Tender.
As I stood up in shock and Heartbreak
I checked my watch and it was still 7:45pm.