It began with the dream …

A shapeless dance of colors

and images that elevated

body temperature,

hormone levels,

awakened the beginnings of desire …

The alarm failed to sound,

forgotten the night before,

in the frenetic business

of a family winding down.

No time for morning passion …

A shower, quick cup of coffee

and a lingering look

as he slept on his belly,

naked cheeks cooling

below the ceiling fan.

Quick kiss atop his head …

The fun of technology

as a mid morning text message

begins the teasing dance

of seduction …

his typed promises of kisses in

secret places.

Lunch with co-workers:

discussions of deadlines, bosses,

weekend plans,

while drifting aimlessly in thoughts

of the night ahead,

and his return to my bed.

Renewed energy due

to anticipation clears

the desk of work

piled throughout the week.

Busy hands to keep the

mind sane, libido calm.

A phone call,

late afteroon,

his voice reverberates

with words that kiss my mind

with their intentions.

The damn clock slowing

its circuit …

The ache of desire,

built through the day,

the mind and body joining

in a dance of anticipation,

seduction, hunger …

It ends where it began,

nearly a dream as

desire and sweat commingle

in our climatic dance.

Reunited, complete release.

Ah, such sweet dreams …