Pulse of Persuasion
I feel it deep within,
that pulse, throb of something
forbidden – I have no name
for it, yet feel it lurk inside.
The hiss of a whisper echoes
around my ears, tempting me
to find out where this lure
could lead – an illicit place
of what? no word I know
captures this enticement.
I snake my hands down
my belly, test the pull
to make contact, to feel, to experience
the stroke of flesh on flesh.
The contact electrifies
at first touch, it is almost over-
I remember to breathe
and feel the pleasure pull back,
slow down, expand through me
until I find the words – guttural and true…
I must remember to share passion with Adam.
