One More Time Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The inevitable
did not take you home
just to see me and fix none.
still; the warmth, of our embrace
felt good, new, changed. We held
so tight to this long night. And our
essence yet lingers on this morning's
steamy rise. Did our world so surely
change; in these hours of passion's
climb, or is this simply the call of
energy emerging from between
our thighs? Reality waiting to
slip below these satin sheets
to bring on; that old confusion?
Do you feel this? These thoughts
and emotions climbing the sweats
dripping down our stomachs? Ever
so slicking up our flesh; all over our
excited flesh, that which we have for
so long waited for? Throughout me is
that child, an innocence, the humbling
want and will. And throughout you, is?
All that you will, and want, also? Ah! So!
I feel and see what it is you want of me now!
Come off of the bed, here in the window's light
of morning dawning. I bow down, and place my
essence up; for your pleasure, just one more time!