We exchanged glances
Slugs from her eyes exploded into blazes
I couldn’t dodge, maugre I flinched hard
With a flick of her blinkers she brought musical box
Playing unceasing medieval ballad in my head
I realized the duration I had whistled in the dark.
As a deer fly pants to spread tularemia
So my gentle soul hankers after her
My eyes glued to her inviting cleavages;
Epitome of a pictorial archetype depicting an Arabian princess
I read the instructions on her face to the letter
I could make out letter of intent on her fickle lips
Her lips are nature’s nectar!
Take me out of this wilderness, she whispered in hushed tone
Beneath the veneer of my tender ears
I felt the gentle touch of her auburn hair
The smell of her womanly scent smeared the tip of my nose
Shivers fluttered in drops across my body
If only ululation could bring down angels from heaven
I would summon the whole angels in heaven
Feelings of unfailing anticipation buck up every nerve in my body.
A gentle touch from my velvet hand moistened every fiber
She had in her squishy and tanned skin body
All over her plummy body were honeypots
In plain sight even to the blind eyes
We were receptive of our tingly and sensual hunch
Leaning on each other nakedly in brazen openness
We could feel our spirit sync our heart desires
In deep winter garden our burning passion streamed
We serenaded our souls as we prayed to live in winter melon.
© Chuma Okonkwo, for Nette Onclaud's contest "BRIEF, UNFORGETTABLE MOMENT"