Belinda Was a Real Knock-Out
Belinda was a real knock-out,
the finest lady a lucky guy could find,
she let her desires explode in semi-darkness
as the ascending moon refrained from shining brightly.
Our fervent passion took us to the extremes,
kisses sweeter than chocolate drove us wild,
hugs warmer than the evening sun lit our internal fire,
nights never ended their eternal bliss as sunrise dazzled and blinded us.
Where's my pretty Belinda...in the arms of someone else?
No, Belinda don't delude yourself: I was the best of your conquests,
gentler and more sensual than those one-night stand guys who used you and left!
Will you go back to those moon-lit nights when our rolling bodies were free of guilt?
I hug the pillow where her head rested after the explosion occurred
in our bodies emitting sweat and the heaviest breath to enjoy the ecstasy,
then with kisses that only I could invent, I caressed her with my warm hands;
she smiled to let me finish what I started with eagerness and bring it to completion...
fulfilling my desires with insatiable sensuality! Oh, Belinda was a real knock-out!
There was no gal more beautiful than Belinda...everything in her was perfection;
she only left a farewell note that the morning breeze tossed,
" Thanks for a wonderful night. " Was that all that she wanted? To use me and leave,
making me forever remember that Belinda was a real knock-out?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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