The long ivory,
cool, smooth;
soft, inviting
To reach out,
to feel the warm skin,
to gently bring her
to me to her,
I desire
     I long
        it becomes
The focus of my soul exists
in that curve flowing up,
drawing my eyes, my desire,
down to more curves, caresses;
The cool heat, the velvet ivory, the cooled passion
Once again – the desire:
impossible fulfillment,
     I rest, consumed.

Date unknown (late 80s?)