remember when your hips were moving artistically
back and forth, thrusting up against my lower torso,
perfectly synchronized with the hip-hop music that was roaring
through the speakers in the club, while your right arm was
wrapped around my neck and your hand was firmly gripped
against the back of my head with your fingers grasping for my hair;
your left hand was grabbing my left leg, to steady the balance
of our hypnotic movement (we made Reggaeton dancers envious).
as our sensual dancing continued and your hair sought me out,
with each individual strand seeking my attention, i continued to
gently caress the left side of your neck with my lips, while i
occasionally gazed up at your angelic face, with your left eye
peeking at me; full of lust; full of happiness; full of that moment.
we shut the club down; our moment was timeless; we
made our way to the parking garage where the vehicle was
about to become our metal bed; we couldn’t wait any longer;
time had indeed stopped; any wandering eyes could have their
fill of the most intense moment they’d ever experience in their
lifetime, and it wasn’t even their experience. you usurped
every part of me; every organ vital to human life,
and i was glad to hand it all over to you.
death at the hands of an angel; who wouldn’t want such a beautiful tragedy.