God Is In the Details

I want to
               Do
Things
            To you …

My fingers dance
Restless, tingling

Remember our
First night?

OH

MY

GAWD!

My tongue trembles
Behind my lips,
Warm, luxurious,

Waiting …

Remember?
That first night?

    Oh
     My
       Gawd!

And my 
              Netherworld?

My
Bristly, furry forest?

Wants its pine cones plucked its
Needles stroked its
Burgeoning wildlife tamed –

Hey! You can bark
Up this tree
Any time, honey!

Oh do I

Want to do

Things
               To you

Remember that, first.

Night? Oh My Gawd!
Come here come here, come

   Here

Come
Hither and yon

While I

Do things

To you
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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