In Heat

Sex rolls off me
like a shimmering mirage
of heat rising from a highway
hot enough to fry eggs.

Look at my long legs.
Watch me cross my ankles. Slowly.
Can you hear the promise
of skin against skin?

I summon you
with waves of heavy air,
a finger cloud of cartoon scent
beckoning languidly.

Come to me,
and I will roast you rare
'til your juices flow
blanketing the two of us.

R 'n' R

Come on, Man, let's rock and roll
I'll take you for a walk in my indolent soul.
Your pushing to the pulling of the silent me
is a questing for the rhythm of original sea.
In secret 'tween the parting of my fathomless tides
lies the carnival fun of a mindless ride.
The voyage to the mother brings your flesh to melt
while your bones learn the story that my blood has felt.