As We Pass

part 1
The bold, kissable curve of lip
the eyes with their spark
the neck, the line of the jaw, the hairline at the nape
and behind the ear
as soft as being asleep
expanse below
collarbone a bridge spanning the transition
from shoulder to chest
shoulder above with its gently taut tendons
alive with purpose
chest below with its delicate cargo of heart and lungs
a fraction lower
come to the impudent breasts nipple-capped
crinkled up with wanting my attention and you sigh
and my hand on the soft soft belly,
dip and rise of mons, the friction of hair then
plunge
molten steel isn't hot like this is hot

part 2
when she walks in front of me
graceful machinery of movement
when she walks towards me
rustle of clothing that cannot contain those sweet tremors
I wonder if she's wet, and what she tastes like,
and how she'd feel on me
with those sweet, sweet thighs wrapped around me
ankles and heels urging me onward and forward
as she leans back, eyes glazed or closed,
hands clutching my shoulders,
and howls her coming
as I shake her breasts with my movements
I wonder just how loud it must be from outside
to hear these thoughts pounding and coursing in me
as we pass