PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Ramadan is over

so your seduction must begin

now is the time

for you and me to truly strip ourselves

for the others most sensuous whim

mentally i trace your masculine body

with the memory of an artist in love

your flesh my canvas

your lips my paint

your fingers my brushes

I'm stirred to graphic heights

before I even begin

with the sketch chalk of my

besotted fingers I would trace

your every sculpted  line

would listen most closely

for the chorus and verse of your

desire's want

you would be a shivering Newcastle upon my Tyne

your eyes would be like hot polished granite

sparking internal flames to rise higher

the glee in your quivering flesh

could stoke a demon's fire

is it even possible for a woman's tongue to feel

like an open flame

nipping at the edges of a masculine need

that is barely contained

what would you be wearing

the ache deep in my very woman's being asks

dark pants, a nice button up shirt, a snazzy jacket

perhaps

twouldn't matter

you'd be fully naked in my mind

dressed as you were or otherwise

desire has such clever x ray vision

the funny lady would be deadly silent

and full intent and longing purpose would

rise to your full bait

that being  you just standing there

seeing what I would do

my leashed Orion could not stand leashed

for long

this I am sure

but let me have my play

while in your eyes you give yourself to me away

that would further fuel my fire

and make me want to lap longer at my awaiting sire

what story would the passion in your own eyes tell

a man on the edge nearing the slip of his own

tether

like a lion ready to pounce

and all pleasures flesh fully devour

God, I'd pray YES

and gladly mount your wall

my beloved

hungry hunter..................growls

in surrender

letting the feeding frenzy

begin..................

(Sept. 15, 2009 1159pm)