Desire Poem by Suzanne Stroop

Looking through a prism
Light refracted in waves
And scattered like leaves
I see you.
Dressed in black
The color of night,
With eyes smoky and hooded.
Ah I whisper to myself,
A man of mystery
With brown eyes like my own,
Yet dissimilar with specks of hazel.
You speak...
Words uttered that somehow sound delicious,
Tempting enough to want more.
Your body, as sleek as a cat's,
With long legs, long fingers,
And dark silk covering your chest.
I hum to myself,
Wondering where you came from.
Tight pants, black boots...
Yes, I see that thick, long mast as plain as day,
And I take just one step, wanting to see more.
Your words hiss with a feral need
As a heavy brow arches, questioning what I want.
I grin with my head cocked,
Understanding you have that answer already.
Long hair, hanging down around your shoulders,
Enough to wrap my wrists around and yank...
But not too hard.
One more step...
After all, why be coy when what I seek stands tall in front of me.
Wet lips wait as I reach out to take them.
The wind blows, the prism sways,
And I turn around, knowing you watched our reflections
While you growl...
Your eyes black with desire.