When I saw her, she lighted a fire
Deep in my soul, full of sizzling desire
My heart beats amazingly fast
This moment

Not A Chance

She smelled good enough to eat

The freshest oyster can't compete

She wore very little on her back

Her legs

Sex appeal?, Media titillation, more like
Parades of bodies, Genetically engineered
Plastically enhanced, Too much of everything.

The Masseuse

A friend once said,
He is a creature of raw abandon,
Exuding sexual pheromones
Like an animal marking his territory,
Making

Fold me in your arms

Whisper

Closely guarded secrets

With feathery lips

Read me like a book into the morning

Stroke my rumpled