Black is beautiful…

Have you ever tried stepping to a party,
That’s starts only after twelve and forty…
Every bit of a wine, whisky, vodka and rum..
No one really bothers to know where you from,

You hardly know anyone there, as you walk in,
Every man is busy with the ladies, not jus’ talkin’
You walk to the bar stool, and swing around,
Loud music, people dancing over stereo surround,

Not everyone is bold enough to get there,
Where everyone is , black, nor white, not so fair,
Two AM and you know you still love them all,
You ignore all those around, even phone call,

Salsa, contemporary, tango, drunken dance,
Everyone from America, Italy, china, and france,
Ladies night and too many girls walking past,
You have to be really smart and just so very fast,

She walks right past you, grabbing your hand,
The beast within that beauty, eyes a magic wand,
You can neither refuse, nor accept her deeds,
For fear for getting alcoholic or smoking the weeds,

She says, trust me and she is leading the way,
Well, summer is fantastic here in New York, May,
All those hidden inside the wool in winter,
Now, walking in the streets like a olympic sprinter,

Her eyes just so mesmerizing, hands so tight,
Clasped and aimlessly loitering, hopeless to fight,
Well, how does it matter, whether its day or night,
How does it matter, whether it’s wrong or right ?

That’s a spectacular lady, who is there with you,
You have no idea what to do, she’s the only clue,
She doesn’t ask for anything but just your time,
Except a shot of whiskey, dipped in a little bit of lime,

That is lying there on the table, next you and her,
Her face still glistening in that dark light, so very blur,
The eyes that will drown you in, the profile so neat,
You will even bend down and start kissing her feat,

Countless shots of drink, she is over you, so close,
You can smell now that perfume of jasmine and rose,
Just too close, that you can rub each other’s nose,
The shots you had taken, were just simply an overdose,

Countless seconds and you were lost in heaven,
When you finally woke up it was half past seven,
Friday and it was still a day to go, for the weekend,
You have lots of work to do, and emails to send,

You look around, rubbing your eyes, searching,
All that you can see are those real birds, perching,
On the leafless and lifeless trees in that summer,
All that you can hear is the roaring of the big hummer,

But, wait, something was missing, something wrong,
The light was there, and the night was just too long,
But you knew, you were swayed by a sweet song,
That breeze that embraced you, was there all along,

She wasn’t a storm, that will destroy, wipe or erase,
She was that breeze, who is gone without any trace,
I felt myself so heavier and my face all so very red,
Legs so painful, it was really hard to get out of the bed,

I got up, and went up to the windows for the view,
I saw in the distance, something that I just knew,
It smiled, waved, kissed, you can just recollect a few,
Hsshh, don’t tell anyone, keep this between me and you !