enough to make you squirm

the wiggle inside
your kiss

like the metaphor
of catching a trout
8 pound on 5 pound test line

and
if you must know
double tapered

your lips
catching
un barbed delight

sure there is the nibble
and the occasional play
of nuance

but it is the pull against drag
spinning

your spine arching like
a bambo rod

and your bearings
rolling in their
own casing

with your toes
pretty red nails
curled and
i
wiggle inside
your kiss

       if i had a nichel for every time

i am three cents into yesterday
my libido is fickled, but not forgotten

i have snowshoes and a kayak
autumn is my favorite

when it gets really cold you leave
the cupboard doors open

art is foreplay, poetry the back story

your hips have no list

press coffee

lust comes at me
like a tumblr feed

winter is holding down green
fuchsia is blushing excitement

i dream a start
i hold the thread
throughout the day

coarse grind

wouldn’t a nap
after a big breakfast
after a whole lot of intimacy

be worth
it’s weight
in orgasms

    picturesofyourmom

on the down side

of what your children
think is possible

yet the 5k was ran
in personal best time

and the contours sag
but they heave with
delight as well

your dear mom she knows all
the shortcuts

she knows what
to do with desire

how to squeeze
her thighs and
to kiss like a dream

there are no pictures
of your mom

showing off her curves
but she is an image

of banked turns
and high speed
chases