I met an international girl
she first caught my attention
visually on her profile picture
posing in a jockeys position
wearing classy, black lingerie
with an elegant kitten heel,
on a swingers club webpage.

Appealing to my sense of beauty
I thought; reach out for that flower, and
I reached with a short introduction in words
and an attachment of a picture of me.

Minutes traveled on into hours and days
I forgot about that particular beauty
and flew on like a bee pollinating, until
one afternoon a woman walked into the club
she quenched, her thirst with water, and
walked in her kitten heels past me lounging
I gazed at recognisable elegance in black lingerie.

A woman on a mission; I thought, with curiosity
as she disappeared out of my view, seemingly
running a set of stairs to the upper floor, just
to run down again; submerge into flesh with lust.