Front row.

 Temperature rises
forms changing
a longing a craving.

The film plays in
your head you are
in the front row
up to you if you
speed up or watch
slow.

Is it a love story
or some thing harder.
May be a fantasy
making you weak at
the knees.

The night before
or one to come
shared with that
special some one.

As the film plays
the sound track
escapes your lips
the props your fingers
play imagining today.

The credits roll
the end of the film
A sweet smell of sex
in the room.

Will there be a part two