Encounters Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

There’s this lady, just a lonesome housewife, lost within desires looking for some fun.
Her body’s wasted, underneath her housecoat, latent are her pleasures as frustrations run.
So she makes her mind up, for a little action, in a sexy tight dress she’s out for the night.
See her body moving, every curve a-showing, smooth legs a-tempting every man in sight.

As the music takes her, takes her to dark places, pulsating all her senses relighting all her fires.
Her soft-rear’s inviting, craving for some action, fantasised reactions moistens her desires.
Then she picks her target, the young man’s excited, she starts off so gently just an easing in.
But as he starts a-trusting, her body shudders wildly, trembles deep inside her to the sounds of sin.

There’s two young lovers, sitting by the corner, see them gazing deeply – hunger in their eyes.
Aphrodite's statues, longing for each other, feeding lust’s desire… forbidden lullabies.
As the memories pour out, waterfalls of passion, see his hand moves gently up along her thigh.
Arouses her emotions, caressing and alluring, moving ever onward… elicit moans revive.

Standing by the stables, her sexy body swaying, tight blue jeans a-saying why don’t you come on in?
Her smile it is a-welcome, golden hair a-flowing, all the boys are glowing to the lust within.
Riding on her white horse, sensual is her motion, her figure starts gyrating, stirs wet deep inside.
Lights that kindred fire, her field awaits companions, hypnotic are her canyons, inviting man to ride.

Bridge
See this ain’t no ordinary love song,
No riding wild upon the plane,
Yes it’s a tale about encounters,
Where love and lust are all the same,
When two firm bodies start a-dancing,
To sounds of primitive delight,
A woman yearns carnal fulfilment,
To feed the longing of the night.