That September Night

Posted on: November 24, 2015

By valdec_ at 2:37am

Of November 24, 2015

Let me tell you about the chills

Your lips brought me

Under the strobe lights.

It felt like electric dreams

So wet it would shake

Even the whole of you.



On the dance floor

You made love with nothing

but your mouth– and your tongue

Tangled with mine as

We tasted each other

That September night

Right on that same Saturday

I got dumped by this other lad

I fancied myself in love with.


It felt like soaring,

These hips attached to yours

As if they are one

Made me feel as though I was Eve–

That Eve before she took a bite

From that forbidden fruit

That fell from the heavens

And rolled on the ground.



Was a foreign thing–

Your gentle fingers

Wound themselves

through my silken hair

And travelled through my back,

Now arching as you peppered

My skin with soft puckered lips.


I traced your face with my hands

Wondering where I happened

To find you in the middle

Of all the ruckus–bodies pumping

With adrenaline and music

Loud enough to blast

Through soundproof walls.


It was of sheer fate,

To have you bump shoulders

And lips (and probably a lot more)

With me that night–


Was out of pure loneliness

To have myself grab the lapels

Of your musk-scented shirt

As I drank the essence of you

In that one hell of a kiss

No stranger can ever give a woman.



Or perhaps it was because of alcohol.

That snarky little bitch

Which makes for the life of the party.

That night…it was exactly that.

You were my party and I was your life.


Oh how we enjoyed ourselves that night.


And even now, months later

I still think of you… wishing

That maybe I will run into you

Randomly, along the streets of suits and ties

Where you’d ask for my digits.

Properly, this time.


I still think of you sometimes.


Your mouth. Your tongue.

Your hands.



And the way your fingers

Interlaced with mine

As the clock chimed its farewell



Leaving the thought of You and I

On the dance floor

Under all the strobe lights



In the place only I know where to find…
In here…in my mind…



In memory.


2 Responses to "That September Night"

So where do I buy your book of poems? 😀

HAHAHA I’ll give you this page for free :3

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