My grizzled eyes stalked your lissome limbs
And discovered camouflaged curves.
I purred a secret smile.
I’m not reckless and thought to retire.
But then your winsome smile.
My surprised spirit soared on seldom seen condor wings.
My excitement ripened like a restrained volcano.
You snared my mind with comfortable associations.
We progressed; each touch thrilled arousal.
Now, you welcome my eyes, my lips, and my feckless fingers.
My touch is no trespass.
You’ve let me pass the sentries around your soul.
And we soar.
– Chris Banner –