Mojoless Man Poem by Juan Varela

Writing a verse
on your angel skin
brusque fingers
trembling of craze
anxious upon the thrill
of your consent

Lost in lust
tyro’s performance
of harsh caresses
because at times
It results too easy
to be a veteran
writing on a pad
but now reality
makes me a newborn
in the art of love
with the beginner’s luck
of having you

A trap of the words
which unbolt the doors
to your wish
and at this point
comply with the duty
it’s the side effect
for my hasty request
and I have to admit
that for my little mojo
yours are too big