Passion reaching a dizzying height Stars bursting in the sultry night Two entwined bodies glistening with sweat Each one breathlessly spent
Slipping back into the forgotten gown The temperature starting to come down Escaping into the darkness of night Hoping to forget all By morning’s first light
He had excited her like no one before Carrying her gently across the floor Thrilling her with each caress Murmuring softly Easing her body from that dress
Reluctant to leave, her feet made of clay Never had she felt this way The connection she felt was strong She watched him sleeping Deep down knowing it would be wrong
At the door with one final glance Did she dare take a chance? Fly away now Best to be gone After all, he is just another John
Looking for love in all the wrong places ….
Thanks for reading Beverly 🙂
Another john…
but at least if felt for a while
like love could be hers,
not just bills in her pocket.
Yes even the most cynical need love 🙂💕
This blows hot and steamy, then cold with the departure. A disconnection indeed.
Thanks grace. Yes, she was a ‘working girl’ after all. She just forgot for that one time 🙂
Nice sound and ending.
Thank you Frank 🙂
I was not expecting that twist!
🙂❤️
wow, wow, wow, splendid poem. Sounds like you have been exited before…lol
Thank you dear Hélène. No, not me!! 😳
Steamy…😆