Sage & Brandon

At a New York exclusive party in Winter

Sage takes refuge in a warm corner.

and in a whiskey sour

The bartender generous with the whiskey in her magnanimous hour

Her black fitted dress fit secure and embraced her curves.

breast shiny from Aquaphor and smelling of Egyptian musk

She's feeling herself, literally strong as an elephant's tusk.

She chuckles, running her hands over her given grace and curves.

The palatable she supposes

As she smiles over the milligrams and herb

Eyes lifting to see the handsome stranger-

Caught like Edgar Allen Poe in the Tell-Tale Heart

A surge of energy through her body as her eyes begin to dart.

To avoid to confirm

Of which she is not quite sure

The handsome stranger smiles, never moving his gaze

Taking a hefty sip now, her mind is ah-mazed

Then their vision is obscured by moving bodies.

The downside of exclusive parties

Clears her throat for the following note of hello, nice to meet you

Events like this are an excellent time to seek.

new

connections and network, but her sights are unique

this eve there is a body in the room

of whom she is taking heed.

Indeed, he is making his way, Sage ponders.

Now she's distracted, says hello to a lovely lady who admires her mind while it wonders, "Thank you, I like your dress too."

Courteous and gracious is the way she moves.

Thick is the music frequencing through the air

She looks up, but he is nowhere.

In her right hand, the glass is now empty

We must remedy that, she denotes with empathy.

snubs an hors d'oeuvre from a waiter's tray

She is now making her way back for libations while her hips sway.

Voices sound like bees and the rustling of paper

New York nights are live with the vapors.

The bartender sees her approach

He smiles as he is cute and say's, "whiskey sour, heavy on the whiskey," right?

She nods and says; you're on point tonight.

Grabs her drink, now

Strategically changing positions to get a look

Find that stranger for indeed, she is hooked.

The crowd clears

He re-appears as if he was waiting.

the flow of energy- thick yellow and red anticipating

If I could get him in my bed…

Again she chuckles.

Her thoughts about her friend

Wonder how this night will surely end

Thinking with her lower

It's been a minute

A sister needs a just right,

innit-?

Tall and refined, he stood in dark denim, a crisp white tee.

She notices, "He's getting closer to me."

Wearing clean Chuck Taylor's

His blazer fits so lovely on his shoulders.

his fine, he's gorgeous he is her red sea splitting, Moses

She's wildin in her thoughts over a stranger.

Or this could be a danger!

No, her instincts are on point.

He is precisely what she needs to anoint.

As crazy as it may seem from across the room, he is a dream.

an image to behold, a movie to be streamed

She sips; he sips too.

They smile as he turns slightly to talk with what looked like a friend

Honestly, he was distracted

should she be making her way to him?

Both of their inner roots utterly stir'd

he was exactly what she needed to un-bur-den

He sipped, now lips wet from his drink

only if he knew at that moment what she did think

Her imagination was Einstein inspired

Propelling like a jet

for sure, this would be her best night

one she'd never forget

His hands held the glass, and she envisioned it was her

Neck, then a voice comes from everywhere,

"You guys having fun yet?" It's the DJ spinning

moving on to the next set.

The lights dimmed, and the room was ripe

For just the kind of vibe Sage likes

Stirs her to drink, placing the straw

On a nearby napkin, when she hears in her ear,

"Hello beautiful, what's happening?"

The smell alone made her close her eyes

And indeed she knew it was him

From across the room, he had made his way

like that first album by Kem

She turns to meet his eyes with a smile of pleasure

"All better now that you are here, truly beyond measure

He leans back and asks, "Are you a poet?"

She looks up and say's, "yes, you know it."

We corny like Martin & Gina

smooth like the Chi-Lites

"Have you seen her?"

Let's dance this my shit, she whispers.

Mines too, he agrees,

"but I instead let's dip out

me on bended knee."

She smiles and says, "Is that true?"

He nods with assurance with Euphoria eyes of Rue.

"One dance, and we can jet," she states.

Want to feel my body up against this decadence

Memories as such take precedence

He smiles all bright,

"We on the same page,

I'm Brandon,

Hi, I'm Sage.

She slides her arm around his neck, anticipating what's to come

tonight she scored, and now pleasure is her yellow plum.