Dragonflypoetry.com

The story in all our lives
that first time
eyes fell into eyes
spanning and speaking a truth. 
The music plays
for hours now
I can watch
the girl sways
hips move side to side
a tribal verse 
she speaks 
a perfect dialect. 
A finger,
her finger,
draws me close. 
Against her,
her perfume envelopes
taking the air we share
with each and every breath
I memorize her form
each undulation
and how it is
when she feels
my strong clasp. 
That handful of hair
she pulls from my grasp
tightening the bond exposure,
she whispers,
her forbidden words
and then watches
for my reaction. 
A kiss is slammed
all good and proper
I tip her chin
to taste her gaze 
she falls upwards
I smear her lips
the minute stops
love interest
paid directly to her. 
I step forward
she inches closer
clutching and taking hold
she twists the fabric
we spin
doing this dance move
from behind
always
from behind
she takes hold
of this
the hard railing
so I can sink 
deep inside her.