Infatuation Poem by Pure Remedy

Saturday night, yet again at the lounge asking for a table for one
I sit back and enjoy my sedative iced beverage
Listening to the band playing and watching my sistas of many colors swaying
Oh, but there was this one woman that stood out from the crowd
Thickness in all the right places
Curves that were so defined I could sculpt a sculpture
She must have caught me examining, because now this exquisite beauty was now standing in front of me
She then pulls me to the dance floor
As I follow behind glancing at her altruistic round bottom
We sink deep into the crowd and she stops. My breast are now against her back
The band starts up a new song
With the electric guitar stroking desirable notes and baselines that is making her bottom grind on my sensual spot
We are playing with infatuation
It's passion with no worries with any complications.



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