A Girl Named Allie
Allie
I check her form, I even warn myself,
hypnotic are the motions of her hips,
as she moves smooth through the building,
she is the foundation on which I want to build,
a life of sexy conversation,
can’t keep my mind, my eyes,
my hands, my lips, my thoughts off of her,
at night in my bed I dream of asking how she would feel about a question,
what if someone told you that your image flooded every dark corner of the room, I am afraid to sleep,
because of fear that I will lose the image that is my grown man night light,
I almost need to sleep with a bag of ice to cool the nuclear heat produced by the chimera that is you,
we both act shy and unsure,
but leave an awkward encounter with wanting for another.
Copyright © John Waller | Year Posted 2016
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