I walked along the barren streets
On a night cold and black
A jumble of jubilant laughs hit my ears
Turning my attention to an old abandoned shack.
My curiosity got the best of me
Drawing me towards the rickety shack.
I followed the sounds around for a while
Till it drew me ‘round to the back
A youthful group of guys and gals
Were having a grand ol’ time
And in the pavement surrounded by bottles of liquor
Was a prize, in my eyes, divine.
An abandoned little Rag Doll
Left alone, torn and tattered.
Dirt coated her dress and hair
And a confetti of ribbon lie around her, scattered
I gathered up the Rag Doll
I held her close to me
Then I proceeded to shuffle through the drunks
Difficulty increased, for in darkness I could not see.
Finally I had reached the door
Made one quick, failed attempt to look around
Then slowly I started to walk
Led by an entrancing sound
The sound was a mesmerizing song
That brought me to a door
And when I turned the knob
I dropped my Rag Doll to the floor.
A ballroom of tremendous size surrounded me
The was it fit into this shack, I do not know how
The blood red walls glowed in the chandelier’s light
And the magic began only just now.
For as I was staring at the room in awe
My attention was suddenly drawn to my side
Where (to my amazement, of course)
My doll was walking toward me in strides
But she was my little Rag Doll no more,
A very youthful lady now stood before me.
Maybe I should have been frightened by this,
But her beauty was all I could see
There were rows of stitches along her cheek and her arms
But still her skin seemed to me flawless, porcelain white
A large bow drooped on her flowing chestnut hair
And, despite all her black make up; those aqua eyes said she was mine this night
Her dress seemed almost unreal
Frill, ribbons, and bows everywhere
A beautiful baby-doll gown
Black as the bow in her hair
My Rag Doll slightly smiled
And offered me her hand
I then remembered the music
And only then did I understand
I took her hand and pulled her close
Determined to take the lead in this dance
And as our bodies began to move in tune
We began our night time romance
I was surprised at how graceful I moved
With her in my arms
She seemed to move just as I wished her to
One of my Rag Doll’s many charms.
After a few minutes I remember thinking,
‘What dance is this that we undergo?’
Exactly on cue my Doll kissed my lips and whispered
“It’s the Sex Tango…”
Our feet stopped moving.
Our lips came together.
And at that moment
I wished it would all last forever
With each moment that passed
Our passion grew stronger
And when her lips drew away
I only wish it had been longer
Our separation was short
I was so glad that small parting was over
Hours passed by to quickly
And son we were lovers
I fell asleep with her in my arms
Convinced that with me she would stay
But when I awoke this was not the case
My Rag Doll was there…but my lover had long since gone away
I still have that doll and every night I hope
That she’ll come to life again so we may go
And dance our sensual dance
Known to us as the Sex Tango
 Alatria · Fri Aug 10, 2007 @ 11:08pm · 0 Comments |
