POETRY: Erotica by Reggie Drake

The streets precipitate eroticism...
And I have no raincoat.
These dank alleyways hide hunger
And, doors are sealed shut to keep poverty from seepin in.
I stumble with every step
This shade hazes the view inside my retinal
But I'm amused when I smell the aphrodisiac
Left from this residue,
The trail of lust is crystal clear,
Dirty underwear and Bras,
The smell of cheap perfume is faint,
But it escapes outside these double doors.
Overhead,
Neon signs flash,
"Open all night,
Free until 12
Please step inside temptation"
So I walk in
To find this,
Pretty Young thang devour me with her eyes,
She takes a sip of the sizzurp
Her finger fingers the glass,
She hands me a drink,
The drink makes me gag.
Shxt starts gettin fuzzy
She laughs like somethings funny
Then I see the sky fall
And it shatters into fragments
My body starts to drop,
I clutch the countertop,
But I cant help the feeling
That i feel like Im falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
As i fall,
On top of the bed
Her body in close proximity
She holds me in her hand
As she takes it to the head
I feel outta sync
My mind is outta my body
But im aroused by the sensual touch
She makes me lust,
Her powers of temptation are a mystery
I swear shes a goddess,
As she whispers "I love mortals"
There's hunger in her voice
And she treasures me as a morsel.
The libido of the streets sneak inside of my home,
I ponder the phrase, "The world is so cold"
Wish I could close my windows,
I shudder cuz i cant shut my shutters
So I proceed to,
Shut her inside the frame of mind where,
The heat of our passion keeps us warm.
We lie in silence idle,
Till she says, "Im sorry I had to drug you"
I utter drunkenly, "And I'm sorry I had to love you"
She stands,
Puts on her robe,
Its sexy red then she says,
"This is a one night stand, please understand"....
Explosions.
My mountain of lust crumbles into tiny microscopic pieces
Mutilating my ego,
I ponder the rationale behind these midnight confessions...
I guess temptation just aint a road for pedestrian highways
I wish she could feel my pain but pain does not richochet.
She turns,
Proceeds to blow me a kiss
Then leaves,
I feel sick
I flee, to comfort zones where I'm free to judge then dismiss,
This place,
Where she was God and i was merely her plaything
Spellbound by her beauty
Trapped by wicked erotica
Now, I am alone with my thoughts.
My bed is so lonely
Its crowded with the clutter of me
These tainted sheets just arent as snug
Seduction is one hell of a drug
The addiction is unbreakable
I crave its sensual properties
it has me tripping
Simple shxt is gettin tricky
Those reds are lookin like blues
The cataclysm of my thoughts is all,
Because of you.
Or maybe its not you,
But me .
For thinking that lust could give me that,
"You thinking of me thinking of you" type love
Instead of that,
"Sexy seduction take off your dress" type love.
I want a love where I can close my eyes and imagine
How a love so good could hurt so much when shes not there,
I want a love like back in high school,
Spending hours on the phone not saying shxt then fall asleep
And wake up to her breathing in the phone type love.
Is that too much too ask??
And check this,
Even on my deathbed I wanna be able to tell me grandchildren
Stories about how we first fell in love,
Listening to, "The closer I get to you"
The smooth crooning of Flack & Hathaway
Eloquently advertising our love's synopsis.
Who needs sexy
When you can have beautiful.
Who needs that pretty lady at the bar
When you can have an angel.
These streets are filled with freaks,
Exotic legs, lustful lips, ravenous thighs
Dangerous eyes that ensnare,
So we desire unaware of their ways .
Desperately seeking temporary release,
In exchange we commit silent sacrifices.
These bon voyages after rendezvous
Dont equate to, "I love you's".
But I guess we all don't want that, "real" type love.
Some are comfortable
With lovely nights,
And lonely days.