Foreplay

May 19, 2008

My sense of foreplay with a
woman has changed over
the years. Not for the potential
pureness of the hobo, but rather
through an innovative,
accidental discovery with great
works of Poetry.

Being part of a species whose
main purpose is to eat and have
sex, I could never wrap my brain
around such a task.
It appeared in form of a
Christmas card without the cash....
The definition which leads to any
greatness is the beginning.

A renewed justice flows through
my eyes and fingers as my brain
searches the wisdom to my ultimate
and self-less pleasure.

The motion in my gut checks the
title, pondering the outcome, and
how the Poet came to his beginning.

Tracing over periods and commas
with relaxing sighs, in the same as
finger tips gliding a sweet, soft wind
stroke down a woman's arm, and back
to her collar bone. Taking no detail for
granted, only appreacting the way your
partner or favorite Poet makes you feel
in the moment.