to masturbate

the taste, the touch, the feel, your skin
each of our approach to sin
you direct, matter of fact
all the confidence that I lack ---

the way you tease me with your smile
jazz station on the dial
the clothes you wear, your perfume
the candle light in your room ---

touching me, so light, so brief
silky smooth, like a market thief
second button of your shirt undone
skin with a touch of Mexican sun ---

you kiss your finger, touch my nose
naked feet with bright red toes
lick your lip and smile a fraction
the smile of subtle satisfaction ---

your Levi’s worn, but clean and tight
do you have plans tonight
you touch your shirt, outlined nipple
nothing about you is simple ---

you light a candle with a finger snap
ask me with a loud hand clap
to disrobe, to masturbate
while you decide my sexual fate ---

I say OK, if you do to
much more fun, I think, with two
you smile, and lick your lip again
and say OK, let’s begin ---