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Writing is a cathartic process in which I find my voice in different facets of each poem. Poetry, is a unique discourse of reflections

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Push

He strolls in

Big, resilient, and tall

Hair slayed looking trendy

cigarillo dangling

Between dazzling teeth

A diamond stud in one front tooth

That cost a fortune

The rest of his grill set in gold

With the smell of money

Scanning the area

He Sat down

Orders a drink throwing

It back

Spotted his prey

As she commands the room

Long and strong

slippery with sweat of desperation

Her legs caressing its coldness

Liquefied flesh molding

Body contouring with every emotion

Making money on her mind as her

Body turns into every man’s desire

Immobile as she licks her red lips

Eyes painted no signs of ageing

Skin glistening glowing

Hair is flowing dancing

Around her head making a halo

As she throws it back

Her long neck agile

With every motion

Nothing conceals in what she’s wearing

Breast big and heavy

Heaving with

Every intake of breathing

Inhale exhale

Eye’s meeting

Luring him in

Hers deep big golden brown

His are the color of night

That have their own tale

All innocence gone

Staring into his soul

Knowing with each whirl

Around and around

She has him just where she wants him

He’s throwing money

Make it rain baby she’s cooing

Lips parted

Eyes piercing his heart

As if she can see the steel bars

That held it secure until now

Just one more twirl

Around the cold steel

She knows he’s hers

From the grin showing

Now for the finally

Now for the finally

Now for the finally

Push

Setting him on fire

Flames leaping from his eyes

Entrance he can’t move

Wishing he is deep inside

Watching as her hands’ slides

Resting on her inner thighs

© 2022 ek ellis

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