Such sensual grazes
The touch of one horny lady
Hoist my fever to unbearable heights
With the sultry anticipation of her arrival
The methodic way she moves
My pulse races.
Pound! Pound! Pound!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I am constantly perspiring
The sweat keeps racing down my face
Like a leaky faucet
I can’t repair it.
And why would I?
Please refrain from touching me!
Don’t make me feel this way!
Stop making my heart skip a beat!
Stop coercing the corduroy mountain to bulge!
If you keep touching me
I won’t be able to control what ensues next.
© 2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
Excerpt from the “Open Window” chapbook
A CAUTION TAPE POETRY BOOK.