Chicago Blues Poem by Cee Bea

Chicago Blues



She sits on the other side
past walls, past windows
past the cold that now
draws her near

when she smiles
I light up
when she saw me
I became hers

never hidden
ever present
she is the girl at the diner
glancing at me through the steam
of fresh ground Chicago blues

lights flicker
pans rattle.

as I leave

I
... dream of her flesh
against mine

The feel of her nails digging into my back.

and her legs wrapped pulling me in

Thursday, November 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: seduction
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