Diana dug out her set scarf,
Switched her room light off,
Meekly made the sign of the cross;
The daily duty to the fam duress.
She tiptoed and through the window,
She slipped into the night moon glow.
Her tender heart skipping excitably,
Her poked eyes googling purposely,
Awfully hither and thither for him.
Him was slyly biding his ripe time
Not far from the house backdoor
Awkwardly sure stemmed akimbo.
Diana flew into his ready firm biceps,
Tightly he held her in a couple of steps.
His lips whispered, ‘it's alright my dear,’
In her ear; nibbled it and kissed her.
‘Oh what a night!’ She so forethought,
‘Forbidden fruits ever taste sweetest.’
She sultrily giggled and slowly twisted
Her teenage body pleasantly ignited.
She flung her braids back suddenly
And blushing, smiled at him shyly.
His hands chained her little waist
Against his bulging, yes, lower fist.
She stammered and pulled away.
He stretched himself, in no delay.
They left for what awaited in store.
For the night has puzzles galore.
Later, were seen on the dance floor
In a bevy of many a tipsy couple;
One hand busy tending somewhere
Another hand had a bottle of beer.
The moon outside shone her best.
The club ceiling watched impressed
With scene and the mixture of sweat
And a dour tribe now scarcely a scent
From Gandhi land or Obama land.
The ceiling watched and envied.
It was a show of thighs slapping,
Lips locking, saliva swapping.
Pants stalked and sagged shortly.
Whores waged shaking seductively.
Coloured smoke and bottles popped
While the clock silently tick talked.
Music mused and boom bumped
While revellers tagged and teamed,
Mingled seeming tickled and tripped;
Chest to chest they strove and pressed,
Waist to waist they wove and whined.
Walls wearily watched and waved.
The envying ceiling once warned
But all ears were fully fed waxed
And all eyes evidently possessed.
Oh what a night!
That fateful night
Diana’ s parents innocently mating,
Siblings dreaming of her wedding,
Her friends crushing on her success
Her foes gnashing for her place.
Why would one have all the blessings;
The wealth, brains, beauty and grace?
Next Sabbath she’ll go down the aisle
With the mayor’s son; she has it all.
The ceiling saw and really did feel sore.
The music pulled it towards the floor.
Livid it let go; cracked its last warning
But Diana dazed deaf kept dancing.
The ceiling sadly sealed the aped act,
A blast louder than a vexed dynamite
Was they said, heard in the dead night.
The usual aid came handy but too late!
The next morn news papers ruefully
On front pages ran and read boldly
‘Hell Hawkers meet Merry Makers’
‘Night Club Collapses on Dancers’
‘Party Revellers Relish and Perish’
Diana our Diana,
Diana of fair hair,
Diana of honey skin,
Diana of wanted ways,
Diana of a fine future,
Diana the Pastors Daughter,
Fiancee of the Mayor’s Prince;
Lured and lost in the night.
Rumoured to have fallen victim
To common kidnap and ransom.
©Abi Maria Amaru
©abimaria
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