You Evade Me

Music with rhythm—
a thumping Latin Beat
makes my skin tingle;
my jigga-belly dance,
while I thump it in time.
I imagine me and
you, my belle, dancing,
dripping sweat and naked.
Our tongues meander
through each other’s juices–
spit, drip, sweat
and liquid thighs.
These tangled juices,
that slippery skin,
those thighs I’d love to gladden;
it’s all rhythmic fantasy and syncopated beat.
- E.G.

Poem courtesy of E.G.