by Geoff Weed

Created on: April 17, 2008

"Wicked"

The motions were slippery as seen
from across the room.
Slippery and intent with a desire
wet and longing and relentless
and without repent.

Serpentine, wily contortions of skin
and flesh and fibrous sinew,
all solicitous.

A half-glanced swath of other patrons
creating occasional impediments
to full-on sight.
Each glimpse made sweeter still.

Each pulse, each beat, each breath
in harmony with the movements,
yet discordant and impetuous.
Each second more intense until the world
became a nerve and pain and love and
sex and God and pleasure were all
electrical.

The illusion of it all when seen across the room.

Her body never ceasing.
Wicked.

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