DAY DREAMIN ~By JRob The Wise Son

DAY DREAMIN

She pulls a slow

drag From her cigarette... She closes her eyes and has a sip of ice wine the last bit of taste and she's afraid that her memories may fade from last night's escapades while she reminisces of soft jugular kisses pulled hair passions and wet breast caresses while she softly lets the smoke go into the waiting indigo air with her eyes closed Looking at our picture she licks and bites her lips and shifts her moisture laden hips across my piano while her fetching French tip toes are tickling the ivory's while she's wearing my silk shirt listening to Gladys Knight off in the distance singing the way we were lyrically reciting "could it be all so simple then?" But then again here we were again she and I again hips to hips and lips to lips again the clocks not our friend but what can I do as Frankie Beverly sang "I CAAANT GET OVER YOUUUU!" As she plays in her hair she then realizes that there are drops of her are on my piano dripping down her leg and she can still feel my lips on her neck and her torso Yet... the temptation to touch her throbbing spot is so strong she begins to wonders if this is what junkies go through just to get a fix But alas.... she says to herself She's going to let this feeling continue to build up so she's just gonna smoke the rest of her cigarette , fight the urge to touch her coveted wetness, listen to some Miles Davis and John Coltrane, wait for me to come home while looking out the window and watching the fall of the summer rain So we can then have a bite to eat, and get back to being us... with her wearing my silk shirt. Written By JROB THE WISESON A Deeper Shade of Soul Enterprises Sept. 11, 2021