Baggage Claim Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I thought I missed my flight,
Her lips were brown, drenched in a more slender, darker hue.
Her fragrance lingered through the air.
The proverbial gateway, taking the baggage from under my eyelids.
A slumber of lost memories seen through closed eyes, gazing out
of the window.
An usher of breath that caresses the face like air seeping through the vent.
A slight relief of the passing thought.
The anxiety of having thought I missed my flight.
My lips pressed against hers,
Tantalizing soft stares,
Insured by an intoxicating sense of arousal.
Insisting the thought of again.
Then doing so.
Optimistic pleasure shared from her lips to mine.
Both of our heads in the clouds,
Unsure where we'll land.
Soon to leave unclaimed baggage wherever we land.
Starting a new