Talking About It

Takjing About It
 
Sometimes  
when I listen  
to her words  
I think  
to myself  
 
I wonder  
if she really  
only thinks  
that way  
 
or what  
she might think  
or feel  
or how she  
might respond  
 
if I simply  
leaned her back  
against the couch,  
slipped her panties  
down past  
her ankles,  
 
pushed her dress up,  
held her ass  
firmly  
in my hands,
 
and thrust  
my tongue  
deep inside her
smouldering desire,
 
and then  
sucked her clit  
voraciously  
until she came  
directly  
into my eager mouth.  
 
I wonder  
if that would  
get her attention.  
 
Words.  
Just words.  
 
I want to taste her  
on my lips  
and then  
kiss her neck  
and breasts  
until sun up.  
 
Then,  
we could write  
that poem  
she has  
in mind.