A Night Stand Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

A Night Stand



The gaze behind her was sultry,
Her waist rambling, it instigated
This fantasy, longed for adultery
As all I could perceive was lated,

She became a figment of my mind,
A misconception that drew mine,
Miscellaneous episodes of that kind,
To have stimulated what I can't define,

Pleasure was that glance at her well
Wiggly torso, Her thoughts graced,
Yes! it did pleased a soul, fair to tell,
Fantasising, leaking her, I embraced

Osculating with passionate caress
In my imagination, fumbling tardily
Every detail of her body, to undress
And felt her mammary gland slowly,

We laid, both struggling for breath
As I seek warmth inside her pouch,
I felt my slice of heaven on earth
Thwarted my energies on her couch.

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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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