I felt a slight brush, an excuse-me touch
beneath the awning of dark clouds
a summer storm was brewing in Alabama
with the devil's hammer banging loud
the Spanish moss hung deathly still
the bees returned to their combs
even the locusts gave up the ghost
as the timid scurried to their homes
I'd stayed in town to avoid the rush
and the air was stifling hot
the asphalt softened into mush
on Beauregard's driveway lot
happy hour passed with the dusk
I lingered with nary a care
the scent of women wearing musk
filled the acrid air
she wore a tight little black dress
with a slit cut up a mile
I swirled the olive in my glass
and let loose a winsome smile
she returned it with the slyest wink
but she burned for another near
whose hand deftly slid her drink
across mahogany bleached with beer
the lights flickered in the storm
while I watched her reveal her thigh
she raised her glass which clinked with his
and they rejoined in a beer-hall cry
I turned and glared across the bar
to a reflection in the mirror
it turned its back and wouldn't bear
my cold laconic leer
and as my bar-stool spun around
I caught the fleeting sight
of stumbling legs in a little black dress
departing in the night
the barkeep palmed his paltry tip
and wiped the drinks they spilled
I finished mine with one last sip
another lonely evening killed
my martini slammed its empty glass
upon the wormwood bar
I paid my tab then hauled my ass
and left to find my car
haloed streetlights lit my way
their bright reflections gleamed
from puddles that I jumped and dodged
as the cooling pavement steamed
but from the corner of my eye
I spied them in the dark
her dress was hiked above her thigh
behind her he was arced
her naked ass was hoisted high
with every thrust he plied
her body shook with a gasping cry
as he plunged himself inside
I stood and watched their coital tryst
from the shadows of a truck
when he exposed her tits with groping fists
I stiffened at my luck
her ample bosoms bounced about
with each impaling thrust
I whipped my rigid member out
and stroked with carnal lust
but as I hid, with trousers down
so carefully concealed
a backing car, with headlights on
my bashful act revealed
she saw me standing in the light
my raging cock unbound
and to my unrestrained delight
I heard her voice resound:
"Come on over! Join us, dear!"
that's really what she said
and then I woke, my chin in my beer
and shook my bleary head
(c) 2017 - Bethany Frasier & Adagio
Many thanks to Adagio for the idea, the title, and the kernel of the first five stanzas
from which this corny poem developed and grew.
