Desire

An eclectic ensemble of smiles and eyes

that parade on by, not any the same in form

or style and with no reason why.

Variety is the spice of life for me and my wife

As we travel this winding road of sexual desire.

How about that one?

She’s cute with her petite little frame, or that

buxom blonde who’s been giving me the eye all night long.

What’s her name?

She likes them handsome with a sense of humor

And a gentleman’s air while they give her a dark

Interested stare.

I like them intelligent, sexy, with a taste for life,

a twinkle in the eyes and a spark I like to fan when

I hold them close in while we dance.

We converse , we flirt , we banter, we tease

out the desire that slowly builds like a fire

ever higher and higher.

How the night ends is only a guess

Unimportant in the scheme really of

How the night progressed.

Desire played its part for me and for her

and nothing else matters.