Grease Monkey

Well, look at you … all sexy … with that grease smeared on your cheek,

your hair mussed, perspiration on your forehead, neck, and chin.

Just seeing you like that can make my freckly knees go weak,

and cause prolific goosebumps to appear upon my skin.

The black tank top you’re wearing shows your arms off at their best,

all seventy-three inches of your wingspan, tip to tip,

ribbed fabric stretched across your sweaty gladiator chest,

utility belt slung down low, a nail gun at your hip.

With your new fog-free goggles pushed atop your golden head,

the lights that you’ve installed have caught your dazzling hazel eyes.

They’re bringing out that glimmer … things we could go do instead,

which call upon what’s in the tool chest stored between your thighs.

The soft synthetic leather palms on your mechanic’s gloves

feel velvety enough that I’m an instant devotee.

So let our eldest borrow them for projects that he loves …

and buy a special pair for use when you’re alone with me.

Like those on expert surgeons, they fit steady, practiced hands,

ensuring every detail of your work will be done right.

Your hands make your endeavors turn out just the way you planned,

including those that take place in our bedroom every night.

Now bring that hot mess over here and let me have a go,

for certain projects must take precedence, and this one’s mine.

Although you tend these leaky pipes, they often overflow.

That’s just what happens when you tool around and look so fine.

 

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My Many Lovers

One ravages me standing up like this …

the same old “Dad” our family portraits show,

the first of all who bring this kind of bliss,

the lover that my friends and family know.

I, on my back, receive a different man,

his eyes set deeper, lips protruding more.

I rise to meet his hips on the divan,

our clothes and shoes still strewn about the floor.

Another man, I see, who’s laying flat,

his lips stretched broad, his cheekbones catching light.

My gaze flows downward, for this time I’ve sat

to ride atop my husband on this night.

Earth’s gravity, our nemesis, plays tricks.

I ache to take each lover he depicts.

Forehead Kisses

Your lips on my forehead can turn me to mush,

the upper and lower all tender and lush …

so gently against my own skin do they brush.

They instantly prompt a sensational flush

that sends my red blood cells down south in a rush,

imparting upon my pink places dark blush.

You then lay me down on a palate so plush …

  at first when you enter I suddenly shush,

then sing out elation, the way of the thrush,

allowing your magic to pierce through the hush.

I lose all control and explode in a gush,

in turn, then, inspiring romantic slush,

which measured in pounds would, upon any, crush.




A Regular Day

*picture courtesy of GLady on pixabay.com

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  I breathe him in and taste his chest and face.

The forehead kiss he leans down to bestow.

That signifies that we are both in place.

I’m ever grateful on this ride to go.

(He says he wants to absorb me.)

The shadows catch the contours of his neck.

I take the role of lock, and he, the key.

I am but here on Earth…I have to check.

How still, his head, whose body’s slamming me–

(He could balance an egg on it.)

A glutton he has forced my body be.

I’m ruined now for any other sport.

Still twice a day…this gift he gives to me.

Methinks that none would credit my report.

(The look on his face is Mercy.)

I thrust and pull his body into mine.

He’s fluid, steady, powerful and hard….

We seat ourselves where lovers come to dine

and go about our love with no holds barred.

(I want to be absorbed.)

 Men since the dawn of time have wondered how,

and wanted to give what he gives with ease.

Of all the men, then, he should take a bow.

His lady’s first and he is set to please.

(She is also second.)

A healthy beast with stamina untold,

his graceful ways are far beyond just apt.

At full stride, he’s a vision to behold,

and when he’s done, I’m nothing less than rapt.

(He’s one of those people who’s good at everything.)

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