WHEN I LOOK ROUND..

(Inspired by lines and picture of Magdalena's poem Risking The Night.)

When I look round, I see you there,
Smiling at me, with shoulders bare.
Your knowing smile has a power
As nearer draws the “witching hour”.
I sense that you are delighted;
You know you get me excited.
I look into your piercing eyes;
A force grabs me between the thighs,
As if an invisible hand
Was stirring up my prostate gland,
Before my own eyes gravitate
Towards your thighs that for me wait.
We are each other’s great obsession,
Each of the other takes possession.
Basic instinct takes us over
When we’re bare of clothing’s cover.