Curry favor of any proportion
To touch your lips to mine
For a moment.
I've imagined the smoothness
Of your skin a hundred times;
Gracefully bowed before your
Presence; captivated, completely
Absorbed in your surface,
And how you might act
With the lights low, alone.
I don't know much else, don't care
For the moment. Want to take you
And breathe deep rhythmic breath
In consonance unending:
My intentions are not sacred,
The fire is deep,
The water is warm.

Can I conquer your depths?
Am I allowed a moment
To crave this beast of feeling
Given by a lark of time and
Distance? I feel that willing
To crawl to you humbly
And beg a fraction of your flesh.
I am soaked in its thoughts;
It breathes and begs me onward.
I've been sleeping so long
This awakened thought stirs
My motives so distorted that
I would wind the world for a portion,
But I'd take it all-I'm greedy.
I want the sting and pulse,
Want the grapple and tumble
Underneath woven sheets
Soaked in our fine disgrace.