Release

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.