ajspellbound

When emotion
and all that complexity
prevents you from
having mad sex with me
there's always the saving
grace of my charm
and the sweet smell of you
at rest on my arm.

Casual friends
we really just are
but the long furtive glances
we shared at the bar
and my hand that you left
too long on your thigh
and the way that you laughed
and moved closer, well my
affection's evolved into something
much deeper. At least
until morning, when
you'll think it feels cheaper.

But NO!, I'll protest,
I really will call ya,
Don't get the impression
I just wanted to ball ya.
And I'd hate for you to become
another post-coital mourner
and feel that I've pushed you
deep into a corner.

But, still, nothing replaces
the soft warmth of your mouth,
my butter-soft touch
and deep kisses down south.
Hot passion and laughter, yours
nightly and more,
for that, my darling, is what
a lover is for.