AT YOUR HOUSE

At your house...

Flighty window words drifted down...
They fell languidly upon my upturned face!

I heard...

A man's carefree laughter...
A chair sliding across the floor...

Then...

Finely etched desire, scripted in blue passion.
Each soft moan slipped past me puddling at my feet.

I closed my eyes, sure that I could hear
The bed concur with every determined thrust.

Their love talk shadowed me from the sunlight.
Silky feminine whispers, teasing, loving, tongue talk.

And

In the room's sensual interior, a jazzy saxaphone
Plays "thong songs" that cascade past lacy curtains.

Songs

That filled the twilight with long, low, notes;
The tunes dripped remembrances on my ears.

Suddenly

The inexplicable replicates like flashing neon!
I am standing in this cramped space of gray air
Focused on your husky voice and watching
My tears evaporate in the rain!