Desires are, faceless and nameless
and drawn to a rhythm hidden
under neatly packaged bow-tied promises.
Cool cascades of honey-blown kisses
graze my burning, blushed cheek
and a tickling stray hair caresses my ear.
Fermented by longing, deeply set wanting
a facade-stricken complexion paralyzes mid-motion
erupting an erotic daydream-daze delusion.
A passersby’s accidental slip,
hands elope in a quick, sweet lick
melting away to chances not taken.
The curl of your back, hugs, tightly fitting
chin tucked with warm, wet breath bathing.
I am lost in haunting revelry of you.
