by Timothy N. Stelly Sr.
(08/08/07)
The Pisces Position
My head to your spot; yours to mine
our world is sighs and scented soaps
a half-finished bottle of Rhine
has done much to ignite my hopes
sandalwood and jasmine incense
my head to your spot; yours to mine
sleepy candle flame now intense
as we sample each other's wine
Quivering abdomen, hips grind
panting, sighing serenaded
my head to your spot; yours to mine
each of our faces marinated
Your sighs serve as fuel to my fire
toes curl; heads swirl; exhale; unwind
hamstrings taut as piano wire
my head to your spot; yours to mine
Head (A Rispetto)
I lie here in the dark, a world enchanting
The scent of jasmine lingers on your skin
Your hands stroke each crease and leave me panting
Whispering your name time and time again
I twitch with each movement of your moist mouth
I tremble as your kisses travel south
My back arches as I sigh gutturally
As you extract the love butter outta me
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux