My Door


When you are standing at my door,
will I caress your tender cheek
and part your lips with mine?

Will limbs intwine in passions fire
stripped bare of vulnerabilities
lost in lust's frenzied air?

Can you moisten these parched loins
awakening me with your touch
electric on my skin?

If you gaze into my eyes
will you hold their fiery spark
and join the heat within?

Would you desire to taste of me,
my heat, my life, my sin,
and drink and drink again?

Elusive ever these answers be,
held in hazy surreal worlds
where I dreampt you at my door.


2003 SAH