Eye Chats Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why scheme a reason to 'freak'?
With obvious eye chats going on...
Sending signals to meet.
Uttered conversations,
Prepares one for grunts.

There is nothing descreet or secret,
When two share glares...
In speechless awareness.
Teasing the air with flashes of heat.

'Hmmm...
Bondage and Hookups?
Even the rooms are labelled.
It would make little sense,
To ask for a cup of tea with lemon! '

As others are observed,
Creating their own language
To connect and explore,
Behind locked doors.
With far less subtlety...
Even those passing through,
Could not ignore the purpose
For these social gatherings.

'Whippings?
With or Without Handcuffs? '

It is best to arrive at these affairs,
Dateless.
And prepared to raise an intentional eyebrow...
Or two.
With a licked lip near dimmed lighting.

These company executive parties,
Are getting a bit bizarre.

'Where are the snacks?
There is nothing to munch on here! '