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.
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