Loving You Will Kill Me Poem by Martin Lochner

Seeing you sitting there
Crossed legged and toned
Perfectly formed and complete

I whispered…..see me

Your eyes locked in on me and
Played me lame and crazy
I whispered ….call me

Smiling you called me over
Asked my name in your Philippine voice
That you wanted to dance

Taking you to the floor
Leading your floral smell
Freaking silently in my pleasure

Touching your skin, closing my eyes
Laying my head on your shoulder

I said to myself: making love to her will kill me