In an atmosphere of peace
where intellectuals linger
she called me to her table
with a continous curl of
her finger
I moved without hestitation
but with a patient stride
as she continued to invite
with her tempting eyes
she sat at a table in a
corner for two
she aroused me so, it was
hard for me to keep my cool
I sat down, she grabbed my
hand & gave me a serious look
& asked, "Would you like to
read my book?"
She continued, "It is filled
with love, hate, jealousy,
& desire.
It can make you doubt either
way, it can set your soul
on fire!"
With an anxious tongue I asked,
"Where is this book that you
speak of, this book of hate
this book of love?"
Still strapped in our private
corner for two
she blessed my eyes with a
glorious view
Her book was a sight for anyone
to see
how excited I was that she chose
to share this wonder with me
the cover was black in color
& soft as velvet
the pages were pink
& the ink was still wet
Oh! How the words flowed together
like a running river
the very touch of her tome
made me quiver
with excitement & two fingers I
turned every page
the more I read the further back
she laid
a look of pleasure decorated
her face
at that time I began to read at
a much faster pace
she soon let out a sigh
& opened her eyes
holding her book between
her thighs
I withdrew & sat back in
my seat
tapping my lap to a drummer
boy beat
she sat erect & content
in a hard wooden chair
taking a rose colored brush
through her wavy hair
she asked, "So did you like
what was placed before your eyes?"
my reply, "Why yes ma'am! Can't you
tell? I have licked my fingers dry!"
RaiLa, I can't even express how I missed this
when you first posted...this is really good
writing...I loved the flow of the poem and
everything...
Did I tell I had a favorite? If I did I've changed my mind (I'm a woman I can do that!) It's now this one!!! My as I've said before, you're words flow so smoothly like it's your hands doing the talking.