01-08-2017, 06:13 AM
Midnight Dance
She calls me over
at the stroke of midnight–
beckons me
to play some tunes
that we can dance to–
waltz together
in the night air.
She levitates
in aspiration
folding her arms
around my neck–
knotted with lust.
With a slight kick
and her tight grip
we sway
back and forth
in a multitude of motions–
freeing my saturnine mind
going to black
as my eyes stare
blankly at the wall.
She calls me over
at the stroke of midnight–
beckons me
to play some tunes
that we can dance to–
waltz together
in the night air.
She levitates
in aspiration
folding her arms
around my neck–
knotted with lust.
With a slight kick
and her tight grip
we sway
back and forth
in a multitude of motions–
freeing my saturnine mind
going to black
as my eyes stare
blankly at the wall.