The poet dancer
moves to his lover
that he is yet to meet
bringing the poem
She is yet to read
~
I want your lips
locked in passionate
combat with mine
entwined deep into the night
Slowly losing all track of time
Salaciously addicted to my masculine touch
My words that soothe
yet cause such a rush
-for I know your self-confidence is realised
when you accept that you crave
your wet thought’s-
I need to feel your tender flesh
to indulge me in your life
To crawl under your skin
until you become one with mine
This unquenchable thirst that
we feel deep within
My body is pleading for me to
let you in
But you are not here
I am all alone
Waiting to feast upon you
to claim your all
so freely given
Waiting so patiently for you
To find your way back home
