By The Light of Moonlit Sky
By: Karlton A. Armistad
[Dedicated to S. K; I can love you and never say I do, can’t I?]
His green-blue eyes, caught my drunken gaze, captured my sensual sways to the rhythm. With an innocent nervousness I was undressed, and even though I was not what he believed he needed in that moment I was all that he wanted, nothing more.
He looked away, but his trembling hands, accompanied by strands of sweat that surfed along his toned neck, said he was not in control of this moment, my fluid and exquisite moves had the soft hairs all over him standing; demanding he at least make me aware that he was there trapped in this intimate moment; with me.
My long and sleek arms sliced through the September air, and as the DJ made the ‘drop’, my back arched making my hips march, losing all will to care, and this motion made Him move, like he caught my groove, and I knew confidently now the spark had been struck and he was out of luck, he and only he was now powerless to Me.
Captivated, our night began at the end of the song, he got me a drink and I lit up a cigarette and as the tainted smoke danced from my mouth to nose, he gulped as if he was looking at me naked right there. In the cab back to mine, with added nervousness and anticipation, we unwilling listened to the cab-driver’s tedious conversation, and in a moment of sheer abandon, the tips of our fingers touch while trying to find comfort on the polished leather of the taxi’s back seat…..I was sweet, but I dare not ask for more as I wasn’t sure if we were on the same street.
About the Creator
Carlton A. Armistad is the pseudonym for Andrew R. Little. I prefer writing under this as it allows me to look at any body of work I complete separate to my personal day-to-existence, and safeguards my relationships and family.