resting on waves as red as rose petals
savoring every drip drop from
the tip to the back of her tongue
she don't see nobody
drifting in front of her with those
sideways eyes licking her up
"Damn Queen, you sure grew up."
why her hair so red and silky, flowing round her face
and down that delicious back-
yes, delicious... something you could run your tongue
over like she runs her tongue
over that Popsicle
taking all the good from that stick
and how soft her skin is looking
and it's wearing her so nice
and them all wanting to wear her.
Them eyes half closed in the head
just a lil bit of unseeing ecstasy
shining from underneath, while she attack that ice,
lips every bit as full and as bitable
as a plum
She lose a drip drop and it dribble on her chest
runing its way down into that secret place over
Them sideways eyes follow that traveling drop
and her long fine hands as she reach
to catch it up.
"How you doin Queen"
she smile a lil bit around her treat and thats her answer.
She gonna uncross her legs
(they real long and consist of
the same right curves that got those sideways eyes
wishing they could wear her like new Sunday clothes
and with as much pride and pleasure)
and sit with them stretched and at an angle so those knees
meet, and then her feet sit about a foot apart
denying entrance up her warm thighs.
"Queen, welcome back."
And she does open her eyes a little more
to look under those carefully arched eyebrows
and her eyes are as inviting and soft as the rest of her
and yes, just as foreign.
"Mmm, thanks," she says
appraising him a lil because his eyes more straightforward
than sideways, and they stay on her face
a long time before escaping to her other places.
Then she gonna look at me and say
"Mmm, Niecey, you sure is getting bit now."
"Yes ma'am," I say, the words catching a bit because
I don't know that she too much of a ma'am.
Can't help being as jealous as I am scared of her
because for just a moment, I was wanting to press
my own lips to hers to see if she would take them
like she took to that Popsicle.
"You was just a baby when I left," she says, making rhythm
even if her voice not music.
"Sure was," I say.
"Why don't you run in there and get me another of these
ice pops" she say, reaching into her purse and
coming out with a dollar.
"Get yourself something too."
For a second I see myself
sitting out there in that
blazing sun looking just as
appealing and edible as Queen
so them eyes would eat me
up too, and I could lower my
lids as she does, and have that
Then that moment passes and I
know I'm not Queen and Ima
look silly losing myself in ecstasy of
some dumb ice pop, like her.
And I can't make my legs laze at
that angle, and my skin not something
other people will want wrapped around
them with my hot breathing in they ear.
So I give her that dollar back and I say
"Get it yourself"
and stalk away, knowing her eyes as wide now as
all them sideways looks she getting.