She said, “I’d rather be direct.”
Than message my hints of wants and needs.
I said, “Slow down and take a breath.”
Fogging up my glasses will interfere with my deeds.
She said, “Just lay down your spectacles.”
I said, “I’d rather move down and behold that spectacle.”
She smiled whilst warning me to stop with the wordplay.
Her eyes lied for in them I saw something playful.
Both of us unable to speak again.
I wove a poem into her body and essence.
As she hypnotized me with her moans.
Her body said, “One more time.”
I didn’t reply for I’d lost my tongue to her.