Scribbles

Sheep eyes, saddened and deep with remorse,
Ignite memories of long legs framing heaven’s moist smile.
Amber nectar on welcoming lips recaptures moments lost.
Pleasure, promised in a fleeting glance.
Possible rendezvous from knock back blues.
To see you is to want you, to revisit you, to be in you.
Flashing fingers spark with images of scratching and biting.
The lush smell of your hair as you open your wares.
As tangents we dance, lost in our past; our lost love.
Remembering panting and thrusting in a devious dance,
Now ashamed as good will and trust are poisoned and lost.