WANDERING THOUGHTS

I begin with insignificant thoughts
and then they turn to you
and that way you have
of giving me thoughts of the rumba
the sensual dance of love
where we merge on warm white sand
beaches bathed in persuasive moonlight

or a day of shopping for lingerie
when you open the dressing room door
and ask “do you like this one?”
what’s is there not to like about you
in a state of semi-undress?

and so I lock the door behind us
lift you up as you lock your legs
around me and that lingerie
will have to be paid for
after I tear it away from your
smooth hot skin

bouncing you like my toy
your perfect bare ass pressed
against that full view mirror
both of us trying not to make
enough noise to be conspicuous

at the cash register no questions
are asked and I offer
no explanations about why I’m buying
shredded black lace bra and panties

DJA 12-4-2009