Sunday, June 1, 2014



His tie was loosened and his neck was bared,
White flesh rising from starched waves of linen,
Rising like Orpheus, my ears and eyes are snared
As he turned his head, inviting sin and
Tendons corded and twisting in a dance.
Short of breath, I heard such velvet sound
That wrapped in its tone and rapt, entranced
To watch the pulse that shifts, throbs and pounds
Within that ivory column of reverberating flesh.
My heat within from ember to flame paints
Pictures of reward, release, restraint.
I watch him swallow, smile, refreshed
And think to pull that knot so very tight
And secure myself from lusting at first sight.

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