A hand to hold against the emptiness?
A shoulder at my side?
A smile that says he knows me?
Laughter in the dark?
I want all of that, I do.
But now,
Now, I want the pounding.
Your hands on my hips,
Your body in mine.
I want the slam of us.
I want hard.
Perfection does that,
Stops you cold.
The eye sees beauty,
The mind picks it apart
An alignment of bones,
A covering of skin,
The commonality of the human body.
Wherein lies beauty?
If I was younger,
Would you see me?
If I was male,
Would you be interested?
If I was wealthy,
Would we be possible?
So young, so beautiful.
Clear eyes, smooth skin.
So young, so perfect.
If I could be everything I’m not
Would you love me?
Would I love you?
He moved,
His open jacket revealing and concealing
Grey suit pants over narrow hips.
Black belt
He tugged,
Fingers pulling at a silk knot
Grey tie slipping down a white shirt.
Black belt
He folded,
Rolling his shirt cuffs up
White bands framing strong arms.
Black belt
He unfastened,
A silver buckle on a strip of leather
The portal to pleasure.
Black belt
