Thursday, June 21, 2012

black tarry ribbon




Black Tarry Ribbon


My burnt sienna colored eyes
Gaze deep into this unnamed woman’s soul
I see her vulnerable lonely heart

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

Her reflection
I know she sees in my eyes
For only a moment she glances away
Afraid yet allured
By
My warmth and sincerity
As if
Admiring herself in my mystic pool of water

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

My words sound genuine
But she’s heard them
From other men before

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

My arm is firmly around her thin feminine waist
My other hand gently caresses the nape of her neck
Holding too her
Long silken brown lengths of hair

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

My bulging biceps contract
And
I pull her womanly body towards me
Her shapely breasts compressed into my chest
Like a boa constrictor
I squeeze and I squeeze

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart


Her arms are trapped
Under my black leather jacket
She struggles to pull away
I am too strong

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

My lips I guide to meet hers
Warm and gentle
Soft and electrifying
The fragrance of our breath
Together smells so sweet

The contact of our tongues
Is soothing and moist
This is our first kiss

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

A few more words I speak
She rests her young face
Upon my shoulder
I release her arms
She grasps my waist
And
We both pull ourselves
Into each other
For a total body-to-body embrace

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

The passionate sweaty nights
Roll into blissful weeks
I do not ever leave her side
Her body, heart and soul
Are mine

Don’t fall in love with me
Gerl
I’ll only break your heart

Like a black tarry ribbon
the highway stretches

The white glow of moonlight is serene
The rhythmic groan of my metallic stallion
I hope doesn’t put me to sleep

Twelve hours my rubber wheels turned
Since I left her alone in bed

“I’ll be right back, Bb... we need some bread.”

The next motel is when I sleep
Alone for just this night

What was her name?
Was it Elizabeth...? Oh wait...
I forgot

Oh well... Wtf
That’s what she gets for lovin’ me

the end

Photograph Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

@supadupaflygirl

Poem
Copyright © ralph marie de largo
18 March 2011

@ProLifePoet

436 Werdz

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