Silken Sheets
looking,
looking across the floor
drifting, shifting in the disco fog
and dim light eyes that speak desire,
mouths that mouth, “…on fire!”
hands and lips, that tease, please,
entice…
(like ice on nipples bare)
dancing,
talking, touching under the
table, legs gliding, sliding like
quicksilver on sand
a dark hallway, a stairwell,
a cedar door by moonlight
wafting incense, intense…
(magnolia blooms devour the night)
waves on waves
on a waveless waterbed
crash in tortured thrusts
over soft, silken sheets
lips on lips
arms entwine
legs link, bodies flex
in spasms of passion…
the sun
parting clouds, pressing
forward… fondles folds
of curtained lace moving
in a gentle breeze
About The Author
Tsc
A Gippsland lad that grew up in The Central Highlands, the Big Smoke, and on The Island, in The Lakes. Went abroad to China, Vietnam, Germany, with a few side visits along the way. Currently based in China.