Flirtation

we flirt,
making jokes;
to be naughty,
to be dirty,
to be raunchy
and giggly
about jiggly boobies
and sweaty slits,
sticks look like dicks,
bananas make you lick your lips,
your hairy beaver likes to eat my wood…
and so on and so on, you know it’s true.
But deep down beneath the posturing,
Behind defenses that protect from rejection
There is warmth in your touch
That I long to know
There is heat in your eyes
That thaws my soul
And fills me with desire
Until all I want to do
Is be so deep inside of you
Feeling your heart beat
Wild and free
Against my skin, all tingling
With fulfillment of need
And sincerity
And the demons that hold us
Too far apart
Are pushed to the edges
Of our minds and our hearts
And all that exists is us…
Every moment of purity
Created in the act of we
Teaches me what I want to be
When I strive to be a better me.
And that is far from silly.