The Journey

Let me share with you a tale so divine, Of a woman who appeared before me like a sign.
In a world where women hide, she revealed herself, and embodied all my fantasies, restoring my self.
Her actions, oh how they provoked, and though pursuing her was risky, I was hooked. For every man yearns to be transported, to a world of pure pleasure, even if it's distorted.
But as I pondered on this, I realized, our lineage begins way back, our nature's not compromised.
Suddenly, she asked, "How would you like to smoke?"
A killer curiosity, but I couldn't help but evoke.
Forgotten was the music playing in the background, The scene was meant for Oscar, if judges would astound.
Even the heavens seemed to be on my side, As the storm outside was nature's canvas abide; Reminding me of Prince's "Purple Rain," performance in down town New York.
We were lost in deep romance, in emotions insane.
Race didn't matter, only our desire to express, For every man must be brave and confess.
Prince, you're not Mel Gibson in "Braveheart," But every moment counts, so we couldn't part.
Her fragrance all over me, she leaned on my shoulder, caressing through my defenses, in a moment so much bolder.
Every person yearns for a moment like this, And I was literally high, with nothing amiss.
Our tongues exchanged fluids, in a surrender so sweet, We both knew a room was needed, but on the bus we couldn't retreat.