Borrowing It Poem by Tsani Jones

I want you.

I'm playing footsie
With the inside of your thigh
Because I want you
To want me.

I want you to heat up
And blow like the old
Geyser at Jellystone
We saw on TV.

I can replace the shirt.
I want the neighbors to hear.
I want to forget where I am.
I want to not care.

You know what I'm thinking,
So just take it. Now. Hard.
Sink yourself into my neck
And break me from the wild.

Just because I'm
A simple gentle man
Doesn't mean I need
To make the first move.

Show me your little attack.

And when you've blown sky high,
Breaking my defenses like rubble-
The neighbors' dogs are barking,
And my clothes are all unwearable,

You will cease to exist in that
World of bliss you've been
Starving to find,
Waiting to create.

That breath will be sweet,
The released scent of honeysuckle,
And the tainted lips of wine and love
Are relished on your lips like chocolate...

Then it will be my turn.