Monday, December 26, 2011
Olamiji
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Growl
Nomad Thoughts
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Best Night Ever
He walks into the club with no expectations
He walks straight for the bar, the music is almost flirtations
He grabs a drink and turns to the dance floor, the girls looks so sensuous
He finds her from across the room and it’s like he finding beauty for the first time
And for the first time in his life he feels no chills, no fear
He walks up to her, confident, cool and calm, like he’s done this a thousand times
Expecting as he reaches her, he’ll choke and walk back to the bar drink in hand
But he gets there and there’s a look in her eye
He finds he’s saying all the right words, making all the right moves
For the first time that night she has a dance partner
And he’s a dancing sensation even though he’s failed every dance class he’s ever been to
She’s moving and swaying, he’s so enchanted he doesn’t even notice he’s dropped the glasses
It’s like he’s dancing on air
She grabs his hands and takes them to the bar to order drinks
He takes a shot of vodka and it’s like the first time he’s ever had one
The dryness washing down his throat, it’s like a new sensation
He can’t stop staring at her
She grabs his face and plants him a kiss
He feels this is the first kiss he’s ever had and every other kiss he might ever have would be judged by this one moment
She smiles; she knows exactly the effect she has on him
He takes another sip of his drink; it still feels like the first
There must be over a dozen other beautiful women in the club
But he can’t see anyone but her
There must be over a hundred guys in the club and he can tell she’s got everyone’s stare
She makes her way back to the dance floor with him in tow
Captivated as he is, he’s mesmerized
She sips her drink and kisses him for all to see
He’s the envy of all on scene
The alcohol slips down his throat and damn, it’s another new sensation
Totally better than anything he’s ever known
He can actually swear he’s stop breathing a long while ago
She’s never stopped dancing, her body constantly moving, constantly charming
He’s lost to the world and for him it’s the best night of his life
She runs her hands down his face and his body goes numb, her hand is all he feels
Her jewel eyes like a drug, transporting him to paradise
She knows the effect she has on him
And just when he thinks he’s on pleasure overload
She turns around and puts her hips to his waist
She’s twisting and swaying, he stopped hearing the music playing
And when she knows he’s excited, she can feel him
She grabs his hand and leads him off the dance floor
They make their way to the conveniences
All he can see is her moving, her body still swaying, her body rhythm still playing
She’s humming a tune but he can’t even hear it
She’s opening the doors, still leading him on
He can’t figure out anywhere he’d rather be, not now, not ever
And as she pins him to the wall and mounts him with a kiss
His whole life flashes before him
Yet he can’t think of any night he’s ever had that could be better than this
She’s kissing and undressing him, his whole body is burning up
And in his alcohol stained breath, he can swear he’s catching glances of flames
He feels her desire, her heat; he’s never felt more wanted or more needed
He’s never felt a woman ravage him like this before
He sees her when she pulls the knife from her boots
But he doesn’t care; he not even phased that’s the first time he’s observed what she’s been wearing all night.
She has him in her arms, her body squeezing on his and all he can think of is sin
And as her body moves, as she begins thrusting feverishly, her nails bite into his skin
And soon after, so does the knife
With every thrust her body makes towards his, she’s accompanied by the knife
And in all his pleasure, he’s well aware of the blood spilling from his body but he doesn’t care
Her passion grows with each penetration of the knife
And he can feel the life force leaving him
He’s holding on desperately for the finish
The final kiss, the climax that would whisk him away to el paradisio
Her blood soaked hands brush the sweat from his face
But they can’t wipe away the smile he has planted there
She gives him one last kiss before she pulls away
His clinging on to watch her wash up
She never stops moving, her body still swaying
She blows him a kiss as she walks away
With his last breath leaving him
The only though left on his mind stands clear
This was the best damn night of his life.