Telekinetic Foreplay

she leaves her sonsy at home stripping mind down to bare essentials: dangling dendrites ice breaks pure untainted by carnal warming; it’s a gray revolution and telekinetic foreplay’s the rage our tongues untie in didactic spurts; lips engage, words fly like scarlet tanagers cued to celestial magnets she leads, I follow; together we migrate to higher ground beyond the snare of flesh-baited tackles dulcet is love consummated in the cerebral zone... ~ P