from the upcoming book Slow Burn

I’m contemplating
The theory of fornicating
Anticipating your touch
It’s just too much
For my mind to discern
This
Slow
Burn
Creeping, seeping never retreating
As it travels up my calf
Rests briefly on my knee
And continues it’s ascent until it’s resting between my thighs
And I never imagined
It could be like this.

You haven’t even touched me
And already
I feel those hurt me good tingles
The pain in my gut that mingles
With the memory of the last time
And I
Sense it again
that
Slow
Burn
That
Sensual churn
That
Ohhhh where did you learn
To do that?


It’s more than sexual
It’s borderline intellectual
As the heat rests in my core
But still takes time to explore
My complex mind
As my emotions pantomime
I’m boxed in.

My eyes are locked into yours
You’ve rocked me to my molten lava core
And I
Can do noting but sigh
As it envelops me.

I can do nothing but comply