PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

You feel a tingle 'tween your thighs
when from 'cross the room you see my eyes
undressing you and diving in
the pool of wetness I've began...

Unreserved, your shackles fall
and inhibitions crash the wall
and you are dancing wild and free,
from that stage I'm a different me.
and you are also a different you,
for up there you see a parallax view.

Yearnings new and unforeseen
will soon no longer be fantasies.

This is the moment that yields romantic
Elysian fields expanding, gigantic,
...where lights pound faster than music strobes,
...when both of us finally disrobe.

Baby blond leg hair stands on end,
while my transcendent touch caresses your skin.

Your body contorts and twists at contact
while ageless liaisons of love interact.

Delight from your beauty that other's dismiss,
I recognize and express with my kiss.

You spin around and can still feel my eyes
follow where no other man's qualified.

Finally fulfilling factions from dreams,
precious monuments of self-esteem
are molded to perfection by the hands
no one but you seems to understand.