surround sound that reverberates
from thigh to thigh with the sigh
of pleasure panties that slip on
and off and around with quiet joy
exploding in a quiver
that dances in your toes
without all the thoughtful quotes of
an after dinner keynote address
but less formal and willing to wiggle
past the bottle of wine
proceeded by a g&t and fermented
with a kiss
undies that indiscriminately
tell a story of design
designated to expand the elastic
and grip of decency
in the moments between sound
and circumstance
between yes and
o yes
and the whispers of
yes yes yes
leading to the din of heavy, restful
clicking of a million synapse
playing the classics
I am utterly overwhelmed by the exquisite verbal beauty of this poem. You set an example that most poets ought to learn from; but you also achieve a degree of perfection that most poets can only dream of.
Starward