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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