Deep and full of frustration as Led Zeppelin’s “Dazed and Confused” played in the background of your room,
The mirror image of your curves left me curious for more than what the eyes could feel.
The steam on the mirror made you look as if from a dream I’ve wanted to live.
“Play that again” you asked with a sense of arousal.
All the same, I’d never heard the song, but I was interested in whatever aroused you.
“Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true/ Wanted a woman. Never bargained for you/ Lots of people talkin’, few of them know/ Soul of a woman was created below.”
Robert Plant began a song that began our poem of frustration.
You and I didn’t even know each other, but the immense curiousity gave our atoms relation.
I relaxed your thoughts by pleasing your every command.
Vice Versa as we danced off beat like a rhapsody.
The song stopped, but the groans Robert Plant had started were soon drowning in our pool of frustration.
Confused on what we were dazed about, but curious for more of it.