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She Is Sex �(Pt. 1)

.....and she IS sex

Closing the door....

�.on my last client,
boarding her car
finished her song,
down a long and winding road

pretty girl gone

these creative walls
now silent
lit by a dim red light
and the warm hue of
my computer screen

in the darkness
I strip off my shirt
drop my shorts
drop my jeans
( no longer tight)

sitting back in the captains chair

naked,
me and my depravity
nobody else there
no one except
this haunting melody
I put the monitors on
close my eyes so that I can see

it move,
the sound
a deep, subsonic pulsing
moving the room around
my mind, body and soul
trapped inside a 20 hertz mix
deep
stimulating
dangerous,
sensual

my hand wrapped around
my dick......growing
a slow, Senegalese groove
causing these hips to move to the rhythm....

�...this is no ordinary love, no ordinary love�

strengthening my grip
tightening up my stroke

remembering the allure
and sensuality of your dance
Mephisto in 4/4 time
I am trapped inside a hedonistic trance......

...and then you came �

and the color of light
transmogrified a different hue
of blue and a moon shadow
blossomed.....the spot light on you

seated comfortably in a corner of the room

your hair,
Raven,
sinewy and straight
Your Panama �hat dipped
so strategically below one eye...�

�..and your dress
singularly wrapped about your waist
tipping me off with the most
divine glimpse of
perfect
round breast,
nipples raised to perfection
and the pout of her
Ruby-red lips
wet,
glimmering through
moondust lighting the way
pointing in the right direction

I whisper �Shenita�

�..she cums slowly across the floor
as I call her name
a beautiful gypsy moth
drawn to my raging flame

locked step into
this relentless groove...an oh so "Wicked Game"

�...this is no ordinary love, no ordinary love�

(end of Pt.1)