PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

flirting with your sex drive



that heads the wrong way

down a omnidirectional alley



you banter back and i don't know

the shift of your hips

in the training center bed



sort of like signaling a left turn

in a parking lot



i am making music with

the rhythm of your calves

and thighs



then jumping from your knees

that head south, when they

want to go east and west



a transition to your hips

as a cicada harps a blues

harmonica in the trees



enter the character actor

he is all hopped up



his is all about the music

of your hips



i will cover your toes

i will remind you of your lips

that parted for me

and no one knew



just what that meant



and the compass spun

in a puddle of girl juice