Jasmine

a promise is a promise
and having moments to reflect
i dream of your soft eyes
plush lips
and dangling legs
as they positioned themselves to listen
to my tale so obviously foreign to your ears
though i saw curiosity peek its little head above the veil
of distance you keep between patrons and your magic

i was honored by your interest
finding the freedom to convey
the story of my chore
a suffering journey leading me to the dark chair you stood before
i wish you had known more
but your novice soul took in what it could
prior to currency's exchange
which blushed its honesty
upon the cheeks of your voice
i went on

then the rub
the rubs
the knees
the slight rise
afraid of being a horse
screaming to be let out of its stable
kept back by the spotlit stage
a classic anxiety
which phased you little

still i moaned
till the song played its last note
and obligation took you away
to larger unabashed enterprises

did you pick that chair?
so close
that i had to watch
your attentions pleasing him
the grace of your body
running the slowest of marathons

i thought it would never end
and it didnt
the plane ride was forever

the strokes i finally rendered
in the dark and lonely room
were up and down your body
imagining another's pleasure

thank you