So It Was Her Poem by Mickel Allen

So it was her
It was her that you watched sentiently
Looking on so hungrily
Consumed by a carnal desire
Lust
a new conquest to acquire
vulgar loins insatiable
in size 10 jeans on fire

Fingers trace the salted surface
At the rim
A savored sip
On softened lips

Your Face sanguine
As if you knew
she could feel you
or perhaps had seen you
would want u succinctly buried deep within

Despite the din
From trains and metal birds in the air
I heard the hiss
As it escaped your parted lips
and seemed somehow to permeate the space
then fall delicately on her silky Bordeaux lips

you sighed
as you clenched the stem
Knowing was soon to happen
a single bead of sweat
left your face
as pulse and heartbeat quickened pace

your eyes met,
then mine
while your skillful hand
traced the ridges of my spine
That queued me then
to disregard what had happened