Slowly she enters the room and approaches the bed

She’s not feeling too keen on much else than having poetry read.

 

She opens the book,

Scans the room,

And gives you the look

To proceed.

 

Your breathless monologues are what she needs.

She’s not looking for more,

Only for your words.

 

Your voice begins to trigger sensations down below

As she closes her eyes,

Breathes deep,

And sighs.

 

Your words soothe the tension

As each word is given careful attention.

Knowing how each one caresses her mind

Seizing on the opportunity

To the revealing of her true beauty.

This is your one chance for unity.

 

She is captured by your guise.

You firmly believe the efforts are worthwhile.

The feeling is mutual

And catching you both by surprise.

 

You rise,

She’s reached her peak.

There are no more words left to speak.

The mind is tired and the body is weak.

You lean in and say, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you next week.’