The look in your eyes
Hits me like a
Slow-moving train
At the intersection
Of my so-lonely
Thighs.

In the summer sun
Where I love to bask…
All you would have to do
Is ask.

Engrained in my heart’s grooves
Under your fingers
I move
Slowly,
Dripping honey,
Falling stars and fireflies.
Cool evening breeze,
My hips in beautiful hands
To seize.
My love on the tip of your tongue
Causes Soft Mourning,
Desperate Pleas.
Cheek to the ground
Dead leaves under my knees.
Our Microcosm
Manifestations of my desire.