Sigh. sigh again.
Stare. Stare even longer.
Her hair thin, light & slightly curly.
The back wet with sweat.
Beating. Racing….No, POUNDING!
Look away….
Her eyes big, brown & sunkin.
They linger after her questions.
Shoving the emotions under,
I answer.
Still. Body Still.
Never act with just the heart.
But it’s her.
Skin speckled, creating imaginary shapes
Brown dots on a white canvas.
Hands soft, pretending to be unworked.
Her nails are short.
My nails are short.
Sigh. Sigh for longings.
I’ll never look down on her.
Ecstasy.
A full-body experience….(oh God)
A tingling sensation….(oh God here it comes!)
This Rushing warmth FROM HEAD TO TOE!....(oh God! YES! YES! YES!!)
Chest raptures.
I wanna feel just a touch.
Her body’s thin,
These arms could reach around again and again
And again.
Her scents are intoxicatingly strong
She smells like our dinners.
Eat. Eating this up.
More mental pictures than
Fingers can snap.
Her legs long, shaved & unscratched.
An image to remember,
Especially when her toes are together.
Pay no attention to me,
As I stare, drifting into a fantasy.
A swift, gentle hand upon her
Left check.
A sweet, determined arm around her
Right waist.
On tippy-toes or sliding right over,
This courage breaches.
That moment, Lord God, that sweet, delicate weak moment
Our lips would meet.
It would be paradise.
Lips rosy pink.
Mouth wide like the New Frontier.
Another, please! More others, please!
Sigh. A much heavier longer sigh.
