I close my eyes and
she is here with me;
she waits, not silent,
but noisily her curves
call to me, they awaken
all of my nerves and
there is a solid, certain
verve to the electricity
flowing between us,
arcing over this quiet,
this place of no secrets:
the disrobing of two
naked needs, hungry,
consuming us both,
rendering all reason
simply worthless, a mere
convention, dispensed with,
dispatched into a corner,
made to sit and watch
while we find that divine,
that feeling sublime,
that is all that two need to be.

February 15, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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