tilt-a-whirl

a sensual one.

she lays upon me
breath in my ear
breasts sway
hair
the sound of skin
the sound of lips
a warmth
the tickle
we are crickets
slow now
it gets slow
lips
saliva on my cheek
under my chin
she arches
blushing
air rushing to fill the space
her body a roof
a shelter
home.

the curtain twitches
the moon is always
watching
the world always
spinning
lovers never getting
dizzy.

Author's Note

A little more sexual than I usually get. Okay, a lot.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Amazing, Cole, this is smart, sensual and of very high quality!
Excellent work!--for a poet of any age.