The Atmosphere at The Pen & Wig ~ May 200413:01 Dec 31 2006
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Not a poem, or a story; more of a narrative about a moment of Now.
I’m no wordsmith.
But, after the other night
I had to write ~
to try and describe
what I saw and felt.
‘Coz a moment of now
like that,
doesn’t last very long.
And, it had started with a friend
and a suggestion.
But, I was nervous, apprehensive.
Just plain scared.
Yet, I’d been told it was ‘safe.’
So hesitantly, I’d approached the door ~
and the two big men, standing there.
Then, I’d passed between them.
And as I went to go toward the stairs, going down,
one of them said,
“You pay at the bar.”
It was dark inside,
Yet I easily found the bar ~
where I’d paid for my entrance,
then got a whiskey;
and found a quiet corner to sit.
Now holding my bar dollar
which paid for my first dance,
I was nervous, apprehensive.
Just plain scared.
Then, with a warm, wide smile
and dark searching eyes,
a dream of a girl approached me;
then in a light, pleasant voice asked,
“Do you want a dance?”
Black silken hair frames the pretty
face, of a young woman
of the Asian race.
And I go shy ~ but, nod, ‘yes.’
I am nervous, apprehensive.
But, I can’t help but stare ~ she
looks lovely, and ~ I can’t help
but stare.
A red and black pleated skirt
clings to her hips,
It’s hem ending mid-thigh.
And she wears boots, of what seem
to be soft leather,
with zips at the side
and a sensible heel.
Beneath the calf-hugging boots
she wears black, knee-length socks.
The expanse of leg exposed is toned,
A natural golden colour;
and most attractive to the eye.
A white blouse,
knotted at the waist
and a school-tie loosely
tied; exposing, the flesh
of her belly ~ and,
the cutest,
inward-sloping, navel.
“I’m Neil,” I say,
taking her right hand gently in mine;
and I kiss her fingertips,
gazing at her knees
and the toes of her boots.
So we sat and talk
and I slowly relax,
with May,
as I learn she is called.
And, as we talk, I stare,
I can’t help it ~ for with
dark eyes and hair
and a beautiful smile, May
has a beautiful face.
And, I’m just, transfixed.
Finally she stands,
Saying to me, “I dance now?”
Still a little nervous, I go shy ~
but, nod, ‘yes.’
And I watch May push
the house dollar
into a black pouch,
pull its drawstring tight,
then turn to me.
She indicates
I move where I sit,
so I do as she bids
and sit where I’m told
my heart beating
ever-so-fast, as May
begins to move,
to the music.
And I feel breathless,
as I gaze, I stare
and squirm where I sit
and I’m told to ‘relax’ as she
begins to dance to the
beat of the music.
And May teases, to the music;
her every expression
and move, pleasing me.
Then eyes cast downward,
and slowly lifted back to mine,
she undoes the blouse
buttons, one-by-one.
Then finally, the knot undone,
she drapes the blouse over my right knee,
then steps forward to continue her tease.
She casts her hair over her shoulder,
then looks back,
to see me,
watching her,
and her
every movement.
Her back to me,
buttocks just over my crotch
and my arousal;
May looks over right shoulder,
at me,
as she gently caresses each breast,
the nipples erect.
As May teases,
to the music;
her every expression
and move, pleases
me…
And, she cups her left breast,
the darker flesh of her left nipple,
to me; the one with the small cute
scar, that I like…
It’s an enticement offered,
then denied:
as May turns once more,
and teases, to the music,
a wide smile on her face.
Then, with her back to me,
May pulls her skirt up,
to reveal a little wisp of white cotton in between her taut,
proud cheeks.
I lick my lips, as
May swings her hips,
toying with the waist of her skirt.
And soon the red and black
pleated skirt, no longer clings
to her hips,
it’s hem ending mid-thigh.
It is gone the way of the shirt,
to lie on the floor, where
she drops it.
And now she dances
and prances before me
in just boots, of what seem
to be soft leather,
with zips at the side
and a sensible heel.
As she bends forward,
she runs her left middle finger
between her legs,
I look to my left
and May reflected in the
wall mirrors.
And, her eyes
alight with mischief,
May seems to delight
in my obvious pleasure and
apparent discomfort;
as I stare, at her eyes
and the pert shape of her derrière,
as May continues to dance
to the beat of the music.
I watch May turn, naked,
except for her panties ~
my attention held by the rise
and fall of her pert buttocks,
as she moves to the music.
In front of where I sit,
May arches her back,
Rocking her hips
back and forth~ her bottom
almost grazing my crotch.
And I feel breathless,
as I gaze, I stare
and squirm where I sit.
May looks great, as she
starts to gyrate, her backside,
just before my eyes.
Then, she turns, once more,
to wriggle her hips before me,
the crotch of her white,
embroidered, cotton panties,
drawn tight around her shapely
mound ~ as if, to emphasise
perfection, in my eyes.
And, still moving, May gyrates
her hips, watching me stare,
as she slides the panties,
slowly down her shapely thighs.
I look to the mirror, then back
to May ~ for at this moment,
right now, she is all there is.
And ~ she dances to the beat
of the music ~ until, too soon
it begins to fade.
Then, she kisses my cheek
and says, “thank you,”
before dressing.
“Thank me,” I paraphrase, quite
breathless;
“Oh no, thank you,” I added,
kissing her fingertips.
Demure and delightful,
it was good to be with May.
It was “safe,”
being near her;
and it’d felt good.
Then finally, I’ve spent what
I’d set aside, after two more
dances.
‘And as a moment of now,
it’s ones that I want to recall,’
I’d thought on the way home,
with a grin.
And, now, I figure,
‘It was worth it, just to write this.’
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