PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson 

I rejoice in the arms

Of a girl I don't know

Without even catching

A glimpse of her show 

Her eyes allured

A magical "come-hither" look

So I opened up

More of my checkbook 

And I called her "gorgeous,"

And she called me "sweet,”

Uncommon traits

To both of us meet.  

In private closed doors,

A four-minute dance

I don't even care

If she takes off her pants 

I just want her tender

Feminine touch,

Why does it matter

To everyone so much?

Is it pathetic

To fulfill a desire

That everyone else

Seems to acquire?

Perhaps I should continue

Yielding to sin

Or try to fall in love

All over again? 

But until then I relish

This improved condition

That's risen from the ashes

Of my past failed ambitions

No one who is sound

Seems to understand

How this encounter

Makes me a new man

Giving me power,

At the very least,

To feel like someone

Whose heart is at ease

And though it is called

A "wicked indiscretion"

Her warm tender touch

Heals my depression