In A Taxi - Poem by Yohanes Jemaneh
black pure eyes
were starring at me more than twice
they were capable of laying down anyone
withal, thanks to the almighty one I took a seat
there was a naughty body beside me
since the taxi oscillate
my body gets trouble
she was playing with my chest
through her conscious knight breast
when the impinging repeat
I become more hot
I felt more shot!
The taxi, the oldest one,
that cannot going fasten
uncertainly arrived her destiny
she put off the taxi
and left me to my hot body
the taxi go on, as if nothing has fall out
I felt more hot!
I felt more shot! !
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Anyways, there was a cute girl beside me. She has a bright face and inked rosy lips. While I was not that much interested in such materialist, she was capable of making me sensitive. And she was starring at me deliberately.
Through the journey, the taxi was repeatedly vibrate till the passengers lost their balance. During these all times, the cute one was laying at me. Consciously or unconsciously, her breasts were pressing at my chest. Then she took her seat again. I felt more hot! .....I felt more shot! When the occurrence repeated, I become more interested with it and I near to her.
Yearning a romantic relation is not found easily. It needs to use such uncertain but pleasures happening. I was not that much rigid to this kind of life events but I'm not also in love with it. However the cute one obliged me to follow her motion.
The passengers who sit around don't have a care for us. They have their own life up and downs that made them more sensitive. At the moment, none of them were looking to us. Therefore we were free to have even a hug, kiss, touching and moan. Non of them were listened to us. They tight up with their daily routines.
The taxi, the oldest one, that was unable of going fasten, which was vibrate every moment when it faced a hill road, unexpectedly arrived us to our destiny. Apart from the hot place and joining the cold one has a great pain. And it is the big punish of God to sin. I do not expect her to leave me in such situation; but she did it!
What can I do? It made me pensive, it was my grief, but what has she felt? What she going to think? Would she abnegate me? Or could she accept me? When she leave, I felt more hot! ... I felt more shot!
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