The music was blasting
We danced the night away
I had no idea who you were
As you did i
We touched
Then we smiled
The music's still blasting
I ran my fingers down your arm
Feeling your tattoo
You danced ever so tight to me
Body's moving as one
My hand placed on your body
Your's placed somewhere else
Me kissing your next
Smelling your beauty
The music fading out
Darkness shadowing our faces
Kissing you
Making you move ever so slow with every kiss
Hands running all over each other
It's just us
Just three minutes of pure passion
The the music stops
And you go
Never again will we meet
Never again will we feel
Never again at all
I didn't even know your name
A contest entry
- "Why not tell us what you are thinking" - Winklings #146 by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended November 24, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i liked it. it's got a nice flow to it.
good luck in the contest.
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Wistful!
A passing moment -- very good! Good luck in the contest!
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isn't that how it always starts with the right song and the right time, with hopefully the okay person, keep it flowing
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