ATIBA OXLEY POETRY

We got in to the restaurant,
Then was seated at our table.
The ambiance was nice.
Floors were wood, possibly maple.
The waiter came by,
Asked what we wanted to drink.
I got some water,
Sadika needed more time to think.
She was intrigued by the menu,
And wanted something alcoholic.
She ordered Ecco Domani Pinot Grigio,
I said let me get a gin and tonic.
My nerves caused me to change my mind,
I needed something to relax.
She then brushed my feet with hers,
My hormones turned up to the max.
She started to show signs,
That her level was rising.
I had on my best outfit.
This was not surprising.
The waiter came back,
Drinks in hand ready for our order.
My throat was parched,
So I took a sip of water.
She looked up ready to go,
She ordered lobster with linguini pasta.
I got a steak well done,
Because I man no Rasta.
I got manly, meaty, meal,
To give me power and strength.
We had a great meal,
That was money well spent.
Before we left the restaurant,
I reached over to whisper in her ear.
Before I could’ve utter a word,
She decided to pull me near.
With one kiss full of desire,
She showed me her intentions.
She then whispered things to me,
Causing my lil man to stand at attention.
Let’s go back to my place,
She demanded of me.
Bill was paid,
So we decided to flee.
She was already aroused,
I was driving fast as I could.
She reached in to my pants,
And started playing with my wood.
I started to get excited,
I didn’t know what I should do.
Foot on the gas, flying,
Speed limit 45, we were at 62.
She unzipped my pants,
And pulled it past my knee.
My eyes started to close,
I didn’t see the cop hiding behind a tree.
Flashing lights behind me,
I pulled over to the curb.
My pants were still below my knee,
I couldn’t utter a verb.

I met this African gyal,
By the name Sadika Gueye.
She said she first saw me,
Back in the month of May.
I was with some friends,
On a beach in Melrose.
I told her I remember her,
I think, yeah I suppose.
She said we need to get together,
Probably dinner sometime.
I said yeah cool,
Maybe some pasta and red wine.
I asked her when was she available,
I have Saturday night free.
She said Saturday was perfect,
And she knows a place in Braintree.
A couple days past,
We kept in contact via WhatsApp.
Saturday reach and I’m nervous,
I decided to take a little nap.
I woke up with eagerness,
Still butterflies in my belly.
Finally I composed myself,
And decided to get ready.
Milton bound to scoop her up,
I reach to her door.
She came out like a ray of sunshine,
Looking good from her head to the floor.
Short red mini dress,
Pumps, face beat, and Gucci bag.
I’m nervous as hell and sweating
I reached for my back pocket for my rag.
I wiped my face clean,
Thinking this is embarrassing for sure.
I got out the car,
So I can open her door.
She’s not a chirp chirp girl,
My parents didn’t raise a fool.
I caught a glimpse of those beautiful legs,
I swore I started to drool.
On our way to the restaurant,
We started to talk.
I couldn’t park close,
So we had a little walk.
I helped out of the car,
As it was my duty.
She walked a bit in the front of me,
Making sure I caught a glimpse of that booty.
The dress was hiked up a bit,
So she pulled it down.
My mind was racing for words,
I couldn’t even find a noun.

Sunsets and sunrises,
Your love is like 10 surprises.
The moon shines bright,
Over your heart with delight.
Too see the rainfall at night,
Is like watching you smile bright.
It is delightful to see you happy,
Otherwise I would just feel crappy.
The love you give is like a lottery jackpot.
I am the winner every time I touch that spot.
It makes you shiver, squeem, and tremble,
When I pass my hands down your back dimple.
Your body jerk is a good reaction.
It motivates me to start using tongue action.
That little area located by your center of gravity,
Starts getting most causing a calamity.
I start using my hands in a way,
Making it a good start to the day.
Your body start to perspire cold.
My penis standing erectly bold.
Your body and hips moving up and down,
Your lips curved, toes curled, as I join.
Our private parts together making a team.
You moan, twist, and start to cream.
Our bodies working collectively.
Then I slip out of your entry.
You orgasm, twitch, and scream.
Only to awake finding out it was a dream.