Night And Day Poem by James Lewis

I sit amidst the shadows in the corner of the room, the workweek was just terrible, the owner of my gloom,

but all that's now behind me as I'm sittin I chillax, a sniffer full of Hennessy, a box of little blacks.

My thoughts are on the night ahead I can't believe it's true, cause 1 is always fun but now I can't believe it's 2,

you see I get to witness what's a sin made up above, I don't think I'll be blinking at 2 women making love.

Now please don't get it twisted cause I know how people speak, they'll think of me as Moses here to part the sea of Freak,

but rhythm such as this compares to plays that win awards, the artistry of touch and plus some haze that's lit of course.

The queen-sized bed is stationed in the middle of the floor, the ladies perched upon it send a shiver through my core,

the light from out the window cuts a sliver to the door, no candlelight I am tonight an innocent voyeur.

The women are the same but in a diff'rent kind of way, one's dark skinned one's Hispanic so I call them Night and Day,

they both are very fine and when we're done then I'll be sure, to document the tour because my flow is the manure.

The kissing has begun, it's slow deliberate and sweet, the heat these 2 secrete defeat the purpose of my seat,

cause even though I'm sitting I am standing if you please, you know just what I mean indeed allow me to proceed.

The action's getting hot it's like somebody flipped a switch, I've always thrown a fit for tig 'o bitties just a bit,

then Night goes down on Day, to me it looks like an eclipse, Americans with beauty caught on camera Ricky Fitts.

It's hard to hold it steady while I'm viewing what ensues,2 women in the nude I'm smelling diff'rent scents of fruit,

they now possess an object that is colored red and white, a fleshy floppy toy that's of the double headed type.

The Night embraces white because the Day embraces red, their moans of synchronicity are racing through my head,

forever I could possibly remain and stay like this, then Night and Day arrive in tune like orchestrated bliss.

The buzz I'm feeling has me kinda open I'm propelled, to pose a nagging question for to ask means I won't tell,

a soul just what the business is with Night and Day and me, our 2+1 observing we are now menage' a 3........
yay for me!