where are the cheap, thick kisses
in the dirty, blanketed night?
the love not meant,
the passions of leg-crossed lovers?
where are your wandering, discovering hands
over every inch of my quivering skin?
the mischievous pleasures,
the unspoken conversation?
where is your heavy, liquid breath
the steamy excitement,
the rhythmic pulsation?
where is your wise, experienced know-how
guiding shadowed movements?
the entangled mambo,
the calculated dance steps?
where is the tingling, inescapable loss,
take over of senses?
the freefall float,
the mind-numb high?
where is your pounding, firm chest
at this heated moment?
the desired yearning,
the taste of more?