She was Bad by Les II

She was the badest woman I’d ever seen

Crowned with curly brown hair

A smile like velvet

Eyes that you fall into like the deep end of a swimming pool

In the middle of August

Warm like sweat on tired bodies

Welcoming like church

Her breath revived me

Mentioning ripe black cherries

From lips softer than the goddess of love

I starved for her trust

Fell to one knee for her touch

Obsessed by the idea of her

The touch of her skin was blue satin

Soft and smooth

Warm but

Cool

It spoke to me in terms of heartache

That one girl

One girl

Could be so sweet tasty to the soul

I thank her daily

For the fantasy

Of being locked in her gaze

Struggling to breath in her soul

And breathe out mine

Tongue struck

Unable to express my longing

Consumed by her everything

I pout

Because

I’ve never ever met her

I’ve never been near enough to translate this obsessive fantasy into the thrill of reality

You see

My shyness tempers my courage

Leaving me hungry starving for the nirvana of her attention

To hold her hand

To have just a minute, 30 seconds of her grace, her smile,

A glance in my direction

That I will translate through my obsession into a new fantasy

Of having the badest woman I’ve ever seen

She prances when she walks

And that movement

That grand ba dunk a dunk

Makes me sweat

Grab a piece

Just a piece and worry it

Like a puppy with a slipper

Even though

I’ve never ever met her