Ya Looked Wonderful Dat Night..

Hardly could I utter any words,

“You look wonderful tonight”;

Would have been too lame,

To have been owned and claimed;

Quite often, I did clear my throats,

But gulped down with each sparkling shots.

The night grew strong and tall;

Tried I to control;

Control and take care of her each submissive fall.

The ardent zeal,

Coupled with her tempting aroma,

Compelled me to get down and kneel;

Kneel on my feet;

Energized was I to tweet,

The song of her charm and glowing beauty.

The hands we held for long,

The moves we created along;

I still feel and smell of her so strong;

Her magical eye,

Got me high and high.

Time and again—I did clear my throats;

But gulped down with each sparkling shots.

The pompous crowd,

The wild glaring sound;

An arena of completely unknown facet,

The juxtaposition of thumping feet,

Lost in quest of amicable beat;

Crawling along, all were for the sweetest treat.

Lost I was in search of words;

Would that best personify her sorts.

If only I could;

I would have and should.

But since the time is gone,

And by now, I’m all alone.

I often do scream;

And fantasize her in my surreal dream,

O sweetest surreal dream.

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