When You Want the Top Hot Commodity

Dim the lights and pulse the beat
I only live to feel the heat
To twist and turn, to swing and sway
To pound my swirling thoughts away
To lose myself in words and notes
Because my mind—persistent—dotes
The rhythm fell with heavy breathing
Lo, I found my rage was seething
En masse the harlots swept right through
Wound their way right onto you
Panting, fainting with desire
Tangling with their clueless sire
My empty middle faintly growled
Inwardly I scratched and howled
Waiting, watching, calculating
Twirling soon was aggravating
And you just couldn’t take a hint
Too busy reveling in your stint
As the top hot commodity
You failed to spare yourself for me
So with teeth and claws and burning eyes
I fought through to claim my prize
Sweat-soaked gazes dared collide
You jumped on to catch the ride
Twining fingers, hands on hips
Coyish smiles on bitten lips
Sing you and me, breathe me and you
Tune in and maybe get a clue
Sway with me, trill in tune
Fate won’t give us time to swoon
Take me now, don’t wait so long
We only have to the end of the song
Time must pass, the beat will die
And then, what more of you and I?
We either die with this song’s end
And live our lives as friends, just friends
Or you can try and take this chance
Everything, my dear, starts with a dance

~Kassi~

Sonnet of sorts

' Ever let the wind be in my ears,
And never let the rain be at my throat;
For if the wind were whispers, rain were tears:
To secrets I'd be near, to sighs remote.
And should the river run her course in time,
Carrying me and storm's lot to the sea,
Then let the waves be rhythm, foam be rhyme,
And down the poem's current let me flee.
Like, should my ink outrun the course of thought,
Into the sea of feeling she should plunge.
A-swirl on a raft, I doubt I'd float--
But I've the Muse's breath to fill my lungs.
Effortless and regretless trav'ler, I,
Between the winds and waters, free to fly.

- Alexa