Desire

An eclectic ensemble of smiles and eyes
that parade on by; not any the same in form
or style and with no reason why.

Variety is the spice of life for my wife and I
As we travel this winding road of sexual desire.

How about that one?
She’s cute with her petite little frame, or that
buxom blonde who’s been giving me the eye all night long.
What’s her name?

She likes them handsome with a sense of humor
And a gentleman’s air while they give her a dark
Interested stare.

I like them intelligent, sexy, with a taste for life,
a twinkle in the eyes and a spark I like to fan when
I hold them close in while we dance.

We converse , we flirt , we banter,  we tease
out the desire that slowly builds like a fire
ever higher and higher.

How the night ends is only a guess
Unimportant in the scheme really of
How the night progressed.

Desire played its part for me and her
for nothing else matters you see.