Poem

Carrying down the nile goes our wishes and dreams

caught up within little alcoves of destination , meant to impress

within the small of your back my thumbs do press

followed only by licks and timely caresses..

do i fantasize you out of your weekly dresses

like a carnival of lust we play our games

snip snap..smooth skin becomes indulgant

of my lips and tongues, to cure what ails.

like a sickly sapping of used energy

I deviate your tendons and renew lost desire

like when you bend and set my heart afire

i wish to kiss your skin until red overcomes tanned perfection

like skin was meant to be touched

more than rare and never enough

and with your hair so soft it tickles

and soft so sinly it should be confined.

because you are after all

mine