That Deep Stuff Is Not Enough Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

That deep stuff is not enough,
To cuddle up to places within you...
I exclusively wish to be invited to touch.

Too many times I've tried to be cerebral.
To show I can be intelligent.
Only to witness you slowly close your eyes.
With a nodding to follow.
Proving my intentions...
Gives you a reason to 'meditate' on it.

Well,
At least that's what you say...
After I've shakened you awake.

That deep stuff is not enough,
To cuddle up to places within you...
I exclusively wish to be invited to touch.
And I am so afraid I will chase you away...
If I said honestly it was you I lust.

'I wish you were more direct.
And told me how you really cared for me.'

Only the best of worker bees,
Will deliver the nectar to the hive...
Satisfying the needs of the 'queen'.

'What?
Are you asking me for a date? '

If a deer is not blinded by oncoming headlights,
Unexpected on a darkened road.
Would he choose to linger in the hopes to get this wish?

'Gee...
I hope not.
Wouldn't that make him a dead deer?
Or would he be a dead doe? '

Naw!
He'd be a big buck.
Wanting more each moment,
To get it on and...
Stir things up.