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Casual Acquaintances

Mind traveling stratosphere,
existing both here, there,
needing sustenance, stopping to eat,
resting feet, perched high on stool,
focusing on nothing, bowed head, hearing,
“Is there anything I can get you?”

Responding without raising my head,
“Yes, a menu, napkin and glass of Boston tea,
heavy on the Cranberry.”

Lost in thought, drifting toward mango coloured sunsets,
ivory white beaches, clear blue ocean waves,
pleasant interruption…

She returned smelling of Lancome MIRACLE,
lifting eyes to witness a mocha mix of young
Pam Grier, Toni Braxton,
collegiate aged, innocent, sculpted magnificent,
pendulum swivel, exuding intellect, temple to temple,
Clavicle, mesial cleavage well-positioned
attention now fully given, listened to each enunciation in slow motion,
“Boston tea, are you ready?” I replied, “ready for what?”
Her left brow raised, totally removing my haze, she stated,
“Are you flirting?” She continued, “if not, you need to be
hurrying with you order, I get off in five minutes.”

Taking it as she hinted, “I’d rather conversant with poetry in six,
if you don’t mind, suddenly, I’m not to hungry.”
She agreed, clocked out, followed me to Lake Overholser,
curiosity led us to a hidden place, a space for interaction,
attraction evident,
running fingertips rendered talking frivolous,
boy shorts never looked, smelled so good,
she proclaimed, “this fleshly food is yours to partake, however,
don’t over indulge, its good as banana cake!”

Feeling myself enter her body, warm, wet as tropical water falls,
contemplating the with drawls of only having her once, I began
planning the second encounter prior to completing the first,
laying on my back, enjoying this Cagle muscle masseuse,
each pull, push feeling like nervous hands,
raising moments of ecstasy to eventual climax, tension, relax,
when I came, I screamed her name…

…awaking to my wife asking,
“who the Hell is Danielle and how long have you been fucking her?”