Spoken Word: The Quiet One

Listening sometimes requires heed
She warned me of her off the track fantasies
It's tough hearing when desire kidnaps need
Scolding I'm not ready for her kinky ways and follies
Her lips were saying what my ears weren't hearing
How wrong was I wrong when truth unfolds
For I've known her for years, doing lots of admiring
Margin of error in my imagination off ten-folds

Church going, quiet, curved, finely dressed, always docile
Mannerism like that joy and relationship has to compile
Expectation was peaking I'm playing for the gold medal
I entered her doorway amidst a carpet of fresh rose petals
Scantily dressed but covered I was greeted with a kiss
Each step along the way her body was speaking
The entrance led to a winding stairway of scented mist
As we walked through the foyer tempting touching tantalizing
Her movements were oiled this was not her first time
Bountiful innocence took my ignorance into captivation
After about ten minutes I realized the surprise was all mine
Awed by her salacious movement and sensual manipulation

That innocent ant hill should've been tagged "approach cautiously"
Sensuality was in every ardent move and darn she was kinky
As if pent up curiosity was on her agenda she partakes pleasurably
With velvet rope and satin sash erotically she manipulated my body
She had a flirtatious way of catch and release taking me to the edge
Wrapped in ecstasy blinded by that sumptuous feeling of want
Unleashing herself as if unconditional and we re both on a ledge
Tempting,teasing,pleasing,boundary removed,can't is in the distant
Her sensual appetite was epic nothing was left she had her fill
She took pleasure in cavitation penetration left me curling my toes
As if her next triage will be no more or tomorrow she'll be over the hill
She finally peaked bucked and rolled my satisfaction meter dozed

Note: William Galloway is a Spoken Word contributor with MNI Alive Media