somewhere
in the apex of my manhood
is a pulsating
rhythm in concert with you
and your thrilling womanhood
there is this small throb
within my center which is the core
of who I am
the radiance of me
and it is your fire which ignites
my passion, the birth of my love for you
and your love's pleasure chases away
my dark as I swelter within myself
dreaming of fantasies
some which cannot be spoken about
so . . .
touch me there
I bequeath my seed to your longing
and I lean into you
again and again
as you scratch your name
into my spine

�June 2, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton