the pretense
could be non-sense
if the tense doesn't
become the past
if sultry
never was a heated
thought and combustible
roll on the bed
your excitement should
dance around in a memory
why the innuendo
simple
romance has to start somewhere
it has to slip an thought under
your shirt, just to infiltrate
your thoughts
to percolate your intimate
plumbing and do some
recognizance
like my lips have to hint at
your lips and all the wilderness
below