I Have Random Thoughts Of Randomness

"Night Shadows of Passerby"

She contemplates the possibilities of the evening,
The moon sparkles in the corner of her eyes,
And watches him with fascination,
Night shadows of a passerby.

Others-
Men in expensive tailored to the red suits,
Italian shoes that echo my mind.
Beautiful women on their arms,
Satisfied with the one.
Sultry music from the back alley pub,
Drinks lined up in shots,
Cheers and jeers for the dancer,
Tips with hopes of forget-me-nots.

He contemplates the possibilities of the evening,
The moon sparkling in the corner of his eyes,
And watches her with fascination,
Night shadows of passerby.

-My soul calls me home,
At the sound of the wail of the saxophone,
Winter wind blows past me,
As I scrunch up my duster,
and duck my head deeper under my hat,

Invisible to the night shadows,
Of passerby.

-Montana.

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Montanaman · M

@Kaiia thank you. 👍🤗🤭
Yes,
Kelly. Writer. Photographer. Engineer.

The sounds, normally go unheard. But in the realm of in betweens, my heartbeat reverberates like a bass drum, my breath like that of a warm autumn breeze, and the wings of a moth, like a ceiling fan in slow motion. To behold the sound of a kiss, the feel, the touch, the taste, soft as a cloud, hard as Passion allowed. Savoring the intensity. It's a shame that other's take all this for granted, never knowing what they will miss. The rustle of anxious dreams.
And the touch of wet lip flesh upon flesh, tongues dancing, heart romancing, naked neck anticipation, electric signals travel south, a soft decadent moan from your mouth.
And the rustle of anxious dreams.
💋
-Kelly.