don’t ask

don’t ask

her hips were slowly undulating

to a rhythm that was calling my name

and my resistance

to the insistence

of her beckoning

was waning

all the while my mind was reckoning

did this make any sense

what would be the recompense

should i acquiesce

and answer that calling

and come to her

Lord i am falling

falling fast

my base emotions began the dance

and my mind threw chance

out the window

of my realities

and formality was lost

her name

who cared

for she dared me

and i accepted

that i was elected

to enjoin

my hips with that of her own

as the balmy winds of desire

consumed me

and in the loss of voice

i made the choice

to let go

and flow with her

and show her

that i was up for the task

don’t ask

© 10 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.