PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

feeling as though
a thirty-minute show
might rub out months of defeat
into my world came
a party girl named
Natasha so slim and petite
it was nothing like love
but her hovering above me
made my depression obsolete
in a red-light whack shack
most would say lacks tact
yet it's distinctly unique and notorious
she proceeded with caution
then with passion Natasha
danced for me majestically glorious
first awkward and soft
then upwards and aloft
she positioned her heavenly charms
and gently my hand
caressed like a man
with paradise snug in his arms