A Near Miss

Nearly lost on busy, familar streets

Hidden in the dun of the city's night

Invisible to the bustle of hopeless throngs

Detached from those people buzzing by

Until her fiery eyes hook into me true.

Directions alter, predestined plans changed

Pulled into the seductive gravity well of her

Nudged by simple curiosity or primality

The calculus of my near forgotten desires,

A feminine mystery worth exploring.

Drifting behind her sensual wake,

Branching away from the river of souls

She turns her head, shooting another smile

For just my eager eyes, my growing hunger

Or perhaps acknowledging I am hers to sway.

A music blares, for similar couples grinding

In this long, forgotten place of worship

Of new lovers awakened and ensnared

She presses against me fully, arousing me further

And I am awakened to her near naked truth

The chamber reeks of raw sex and rawer wants

Of hundreds suddenly recalling

The truest meaning of life.

To touch, to feel, to slowly seduce

To fuck and become more than singular.

Her hand drags me far away

To a seclude, to be more alone.

To allow her to such selfish probings

Of tearing my proper garments free

To show me she is just as enslaved.

I succumb to her layered scents

The created perfumes that mask her

And baser aromas that are hers alone

Those raw ones that tease of her desires

Those that make my mouth want even more.

Mouths locked, pinning her against the wall

Her legs wrapped around me, a trap in truth

Her hands guiding me into her shallows and depths

A temporary missing piece, we now a completed puzzle

Of lust and sin and illicit expressions

Of wet, sticky releases

Of screams and moans

Of animal instincts

Of sentient longings

Of pleasures deeper than technological distractions

She whimpers in our aftermath

And kisses in a finality

Yet the sparkle in her eyes,

Hint that this simple connection

Needs often repeating.

We flow back through the music,

Out into the dun of the long night

Separated by opposing flows of reality

Connected now by a fleeting, sacred memory

And a hope of future things to come.

Nearly lost on busy, familar streets

Engulfed in the dun of the city's deep night

Invisible to the bustle of endless throngs

I finally lose her in the empty chaos

Yet, I feel more clearly than I did before her.