Began

Pink Floyd: One Slip

She sat
As

She laughed
Pointed out
Meeting missed
Sip of the glass
Slowly
Turning to face
A moon
Light softened
Perpahps
In  Moment
It would understnd

Love me
For a moment

For who I am
Not for who
You dream oForf me do be

She cannot see

My hands
Soft slow rise
Across her thighs
Pressing forward
Waiting for
Her eyes
To meet mine
Did she not know
Did she not understand

Across the table
Glasses
Discarded
Empty
Like
Hollow
Dreams
Longing to be filled
Waiting
Only
For the moennt

Waiting to
Only
Desensitize
The Dream
Or...

Waiting to ignite
Her fire

Burning
Below
In her sultry stare

She turned slowly
Smile
Burned
Accepted
The heat
The pull
Press
Meeting
Press

And so the infereno
Began