Still Burning

she ran her eyes across mine
with legs shining of burnt oils
and a buttocks built out of bedrock
with toes cuts like diamonds
painted with a red shovel glow
digging
deep into flowing loins
battered about wall-to-wall
with waves of dizziness,
cresting with lust,
bulging with desire
i could not meet her stare
well beyond proper
owned by her butter skin
her whip-locked hair
her balloon lips lying at me
owning my thoughts
my vices
my haughty ways

so i slunk, half a man
away
and closed my eyes and
dreamed of oils and rocks and shovels
then slept in sweat, still burning......