Je Me Suis Perdu Dans Le Temps

I awoke to the sounds of the night.

My eyes widened from lightning illuminating the sky.

My breath caught at the ominous sounds of thunder shaking my frame.

My skin tingled from the wind whipping across my face.

I pulled up my chair to watch the sky take out it’s anger on the world.

I reveled in the sounds of whimpers from the streets.

I laughed at the sounds of pain from the trees.

I was stuck in time.

I had no desire to leave.

-N

Destination…….

It was nightfall,

The weather was hot,

humid,

It had a tinge of sex appeal.

The road was the only thing that held my attention.

The dark obsidian eyes,

The feel of the warm earth beneath my bare feet,

The purring of the car’s engine as I pushed it’s limits,

The wind whipping through my hair and under my dress….

Yes, nature,

Make love to me.

I came just from thinking about it.

I grabbed my keys,

Walked out the door,

& started the car.

Hoston,

‘Lanta,

LA,

The Bay,

Fuck the destination;

I just needed to get away.

Just me,

& the 101.

-N

A Saturday Night Prose

I went out on Friday night.
Went to find my love.
Lover of the evening,
One night stand,
Same thing.

I hitched up my bra,
Cut two more inches of my halter dress,
Mis sur mon baise moi pompes,
And was ready to go.

I club hopped,
Saw some friends everywhere I went,
Took shots with old lovers,
Laughed for what seemed like days.

Went to my last bar of the evening,
And there you were.

You weren’t supposed to be here.
You were the reason I disappeared.

-N

A Vise Like Grip

Night falls, and she feels awakened.
The goddess yawns and stretches.
The start of her day is here.

She looks for the weak,
The innocent minded,
The mentally insane.
Those are her comrades for the night.

She breathes in the fresh piss-scented air.
She laughs joyously upon hearing the sounds
Of debauchery, and whispered dares.

“Je veux baiser!” she yells through the alleyways.
“Je veux le chaos!” she screams to anyone who will listen.

She cried for an angel,
But received a demon.
And for that she will have her vengeance.

-N

I’ll Be Like Sugar

Toes curled,
Gasping for breath,
wet from the core.
This is what you do to me.

Can hardly speak,
Ready to peak.
Let me lose control.

I’m too wound up.
I’ve given up on the world.
This fight gets old.

The rain falls,
As do my tears of joy.

Your body rubs against mine.
You whisper words I rarely hear.
You grip my thighs,
You haul me closer.

You say you like the way I ride,
How you’d like to stay inside,
This is where you should reside.

You trace my ear with your tongue.
I grip the sheets in shock and pleasure.
I’m young you see.
I’ve not learned the tricks and trade,
On how a woman should be.

I surrendered for the day.
I loved through the night,
By daylight I will be all right.

-N