Last night was out clubbin didn't get squared
Me and my gals in Time Square
Drinking, laughing until minds went mental
Thus where I met a nice guy whilst parting
I was so tipsy
He was busy staring my lips
I took a glass of apple juicy
And started crunching the icy
All i saw is his stunning face
The face that exceeded the led lights
Highlighted in pink, yellow, blue or white
He asked if i would dance, i said alright
He took me by the the wrist and led me to the mist
His touch was warm and firm,
i had to squirm
The dance floor was crowded wasn't time to be infirm
Mansuetude by his touch
I started acting farouche
Just that moment, my moment for life
Our eyes met with cacoethes.
He fain was inviting me
To his ghetto, Brooklyn he mean.
Our bodies were touching and his hands began clutching
My waist was dripping with sweat.
This night i would never regret
I knew he was the one since the second we met
His body against my body
Ohhhh! he was such a hotty
Never once was I this naughty
Dancing with him made me feel haughty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I really liked and rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.