I pay little mind to anything else in the room where I’m “at”
The clock’s ticking or the water dripping doesn’t distract
Me from believing that she is still the answer to my prayers
And she will be mine forever as long as I can own her scent
Fantasizing her every move has fueled my uncontrollable desire
To take her in my arms and peel away the layers of her ageless beauty
Stripping her naked and revealing at last the sacrament of virginity
I myself lack
For although she has serviced me many times over the years
I have not once violated her trust with my dirty minded fingers
As I trace my name next to the mole on her dimpled shoulder…

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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