The House of Madame
It was a very long day
And a long way from home
Country back roads
Skies of chrome
Tiredness kicks in
I need to stop
A house up ahead
I'll stop and knock
The door opens
Pleasantries in greet
Invited inside
Tired and dead beat
The lady of the house
Offers a drink
A small wine I say
As she replies with a wink
We sit and talk
About our pasts
Sad stories
And past laughs
The evening draws
As I my head starts spinning
I feel elated
Is the evening beginning
Music is played
As I drink more wine
Energetic in dance
As I feel mighty fine
We end up dancing
Our hands in places
Lips touching
And not just faces
Slowly my clothes
Start to fall to the floor
My hands on flesh
I've never seen before
Her body so shaped
Even through hazy eyes
She takes my hand
To her glittering prize
Her hands mould
Around me so
My head like a carousel
In spinning mode
I seem to know what I am doing
But unable to stop
Like I'm on top of the world
And never to drop
The feeling of joy
Surrounds my brain
Elements of ecstasy
Like sparkling champagne
Naked and set
My body flows
In body arousal
Our nakedness shows
The kissing gets frantic
As we sigh and groan
On the floor we writhed
In sporadic moan
As I lie there
I recall the lights
My head in confusion
Now I'm out like a light
I'm awakened early
By a knock at the door
The lady of the house
In breakfast chore
I sit there eating
As my body aches
Scratches and marks
Was I in partake
I have no recollection
Of the evening that's past
I can recall driving up
And that's the last
I say my goodbye's
As I thank my host
She winks as I leave
Looking as white as a ghost
I get in my car
And I head of home
Stopping for gas
No more wandering roam
I speak to the attendant
About the house where I stayed
A lady so kind
How at home I was made
He turns to me
As if I had taken a turn
There's been no one there for years
His face showing concern
I stand in momentary shock
As he tells me the news
The marks on my body
And the bluest of bruise
All the way home
I try to recollect
About the previous night
My thoughts can't project
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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