Let the evening sun
depart at it's own
pace..
Take a shower and try
on those new blue jeans
I bought you..
Dabble here and there
your classified concoction
of french perfumes..
Bring your hair to an
obedient silk inticement..
Black pearls around your
neck is the envy of Venus..
You are cosmic class..
I shift this old pick up
into high gear and my palms
sweat with anticipation..
These hands of iron grip
the stirring wheel as I turn
up your long driveway..
I can see your figure and
almost your smile as you
lean over your porch
railing..
Closer now you flip back
your hair and my heart begins
to race..
I can barely wait to park this
crazy truck..
I shove the stickshift into
low and turn off the truck..
I pause for a moment and we
lock eyes with only space
between us and the ripping
passion that can only be
moments away..
Oblivious to everything I
walk toward you and your
black pearls seem like fresh
grapes off the vine..
You smile and slip into the
house but I catch you by
your silk scarf and pull you
to me..
You resist teasingly and then
you turn and drive my shoulders
to the wall..
All bets were off..
This was it..
My kind of woman~