Subliminal

Too many thoughts
                        Between the sheets
                        interrupt my blank stare
                        Make love to me please

                        Attempting to speak
                        I feel you near
                        what my lips dare not say
                        I want you here

                        Warm and wet rain
                        I'm feeling this
                        surrounds my desire
                        I can taste your kiss

                        Closing the door
                        Inviting you in
                        dimming night's glow
                        Watch me begin

                        My hands become yours
                        Down there my lover
                        Your mouth explores further
                        Meet me under the covers...

                        Finding your place
                        Inside of me now
                        within four waves of passion -
                        First your prose
                        Then your touch
                        Finally your name
                        and your satisfaction
                        Do you see how

                        Too many thoughts
                        Between your thighs
                        interrupt my poetry
                        I can't say goodnight...