FEMME FETALE

The first
Time I was out
To drink my frustrations
Away before heading home
The second sip of the third
Glass of cheap but efficacious vodka
From my position a tall slender
But well defined curvaceous dark figure stood
In front of the light
Stealing away the visage
Like a ghost silently screaming for attention
Cursing a spell of dark Nigerian Juju into the bar
Mocking the capabilities of Professor X’s abilities
All eyes in the room glued
The figure started moving forward
As I stole a much flawless gaze to what was now evolving
In to the 21st century version Helen of Troy but in even better shoes, Manalo Blahniks
Between her fingers ascended white fumes and shapeless clouds
That disappeared into thin air like Casper
The whole shebang was at a cessation
She took a sit and ordered a shot of cold ice tequila
SNAP!!!
Just like that everything returned to normal
All my senses were directed towards her person like a sniper’s bullet to a target
With every nerve in my body lusting for salvation in her
Triggering my feet to create a sequence of movement towards her direction
Igniting my mouth to say words I cannot reminisce
Before I knew it we were no longer exchanging words
Our tongues were locked in two merged arenas
Fortified by calcium structures
Battling for the pleasure of our bodies
Journeying through a sensational exotic and sensuous frenzy
Characterized by touching spanking
Caressing and squeezing
Forgetting
Between my pink and middle was my symbol of commitment on my finger
Temptation had swallowed me in to sin
As easily as Jonah had been swallowed by a whale
All I wanted was more, more and more
She had stolen my promise to my lover
And I was guilty for incitement and conspiracy
When we were through I calmly asked
Will I ever see you again?
She grabbed my head and whispered into my ear,
Sex is cursed by Marriage and commitment!
kissed me on my forehead
as she took off
my mind avowed FEMME FETALE