Feel Me

Darkness. I am standing in the spotlight. Somebody opens the door. Subtle perfumes slowly fill my nostrils, their owner must be somewhere at the end of the room. My sight sharpens and I see her shape, her perfect shape. She moves to the table. The waiter chases her with a drink like a dog, watching her every move. Who could blame him ? I imagine she is beautiful. Soft skin, long, fair hair and deep blue eyes full of mystery I want to solve. My mouth opens as she takes the first sip. I press my lips against the microphone as if I was about to kiss her. I lower my voice and stuck my sight in that black, goddess- shaped shadow. I hope our eyes meet, I hope she shivers. In my mind my voice caresses every inch of her body. I close my eyes and whisper passionately. Hold the microphone stand the same way I would hold her waist. I pull it close to my chest. My words are getting louder, faster. Heart beats like crazy and blood burns my veins. I stop. Her perfumes fill my nostrils again. For a moment there I think she is right in front of me. I can almost feel her warmth. Bright light makes me lift my eyelids. She is gone... I walk up to her table. There is only a glass with a red, bitter- sweet mark on it. I already miss her taste, the taste I have never known. (First part of that story/ poem is here http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=596030)