Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Chase

Desire for a woman pulls me hard
Away from my normal intellectual way
Of being.  I hunt, driving forward forward -
My only need to bring the prey to bay.
The swell of breast, the sensual curve of hip
The sparkling eyes, her lips, the need to kiss -
And from my pensive thoughts at once I slip
To thoughts of love and joy and perfect bliss.
We touch, a brush, a gaze, O God her eyes.
Our breath co-joins, my hand, her cheek, now one
With limbs entwined and then, at last my prize
A perfect bliss - We sprawl - are laid - undone.
And finally, at last, my prey is caught and then
My intellect asserts itself again.

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