The Girl At The Bank

Mountain stream explores her curves, licking light,

her open stance—a twilight kiss, harmless.

She shifts—shadows sway—droplets fed my appetite,

her stream cloaks my mouth, never my wetness.

She shifts—shadows sway—droplets fed my appetite,

she rose—fireflies in slow pirouette danced through her hairs.

Light traced her thighs—soft pulses clasped in sheer white—

I dreamed in stillness—her dusk welcomed my prayers.

I dreamed in stillness—her dusk welcomed my prayers,

just the perfect girl at the bank—black leggings, no imagination.

She turned—lobby lights haloed sweat-slicked stares—

She shifts—shadows sway—droplets fed my appetite