Night Falls Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

She walks the streets at noonday and gathers her thoughts for the cover of darkness.

Her perennial body of suffocation that drips words of honey off her lips is seductive.

She is fierce as a black panther that walks silently without notice of her graves that she walks with.

Her surveillance of the scene has her victims smiling for what would be the beginning of their end.

Lips of smooth butter and words of soft hypnosis carried the day of reckoning with her curves of destructions.

She commands attention with the catwalk of her jungle sensation that bites her victims with ecstasy.

The trance of her words dethrones the male factors reasoning of intelligence.

Her hair cradles his thoughts and he becomes water under her bridge of lust.

Escaping the fertile imagination of her derriere is futile when she walks his flesh to heaven.

The sanction of her body delivered his eyes to the graves of his unfortunate pleasures.

His innocent whispers of her glance incarcerated his time of freedom for untold journeys.

When night falls comes who shall be redeemed from the curse of her shadow.


Written by Theodore Mosley
September 6,2017