She put on the music, slow jam, slowed down as she
Stretched on the couch, legs curled, stretched again
Stretched my imagination, couches, aren’t they meant for two?
Hers had new covers, curtains on order, matched to woo?
“My sis is in town, won’t be coming tonight” she’d said to me
“My house is small, any vacant ones in your neighborhood?”
This Babe should move to my pad. I’d said to me self as I
Stretched my lump on her other couch, her head nearby
Her hairdo, still fresh, needed a massage. She did that well
My eyes followed her hand from her forehead to the nape
“You need an oil massage” I said, hiding things on my mind
“They burnt my scalp, should do a retouch” she whined
Thump, Boom, Thump Boom thump! The subwoofer sought
The footsteps of my heart; Found them. Boom, Thump Boom!
That’s my blood pumping. To my dizzy head? I wonder!
My blood is headed south, my lower limbs now in disorder
Words of wisdom come to me I prayed. Be a gentleman I urged
My weakened body on the couch as she'd said “it’s still early”
Replying to my suggestion that I drive home to lay my load
A good answer perhaps as traffic had been heavy on the road
Thump, Boom, Thump Boom thump! The subwoofer sought
The footsteps of my heart; Found them. Again, Thump Boom!
My blood now filled my lower end and only past experience
Helped me, crawl out of the couch, away from dear sexperience
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Thump, Boom...Boom Thump the music went and with it so did the thump of my heart go. "Its early" i said, his company was good and conversation was flowing from why a cellphone has the name Cell to why frogs croak at night. My eyelids went heavy which he took as a que for him to leave. He drove off into the night and my couch felt so cold.
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