Friday, May 12, 2006

butterscotch tuberoses

I want someone to take my hand
without consent
and lead me away, spin me around
press me up against a wall someplace
fusty, musty, dusty
kiss me within an inch of my life.
I want to be dizzy and breathless and weak at the knees;
to never be able to think of it without
a blush on my cheek
and a laugh in my eye
This is what I want, love
now tell me which of you will be the one
to jump my bones

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kittykat writes such lovely pomes!!

Anonymous said...

thank you, sweets

Anonymous said...

fusty, musty, dusty,....

haa,haaa, I like the passion play of words...nice one
cheers
z

Anonymous said...

if only, men thought of love that way!