Ting A Ling Poem by John Sensele

Ting a ling is the status quo when you look my way
Ting a ling is the fire I feel when your lips rest on mine
Ting a ling is the electricity that flows when for our meeting I pray
To osculate and oscillate to make feel fine.

Ting a ling when my fingers pepper over your curves
Ting a ling when I shiver and quiver to melt in your loving arms
Ting a ling when your embrace soothes my nerves
To undulate and moments of fire when reserves your eagerness disarms.

Ting a ling when sexy eyes swamp my timidity
Ting a ling when your kisses wash away my faith
Ting a ling when your eager eagle flies high to invite humidity
In our tryst where from my qualms you quicken and hasten breath.

Ting a ling when you accelerate my heartbeat
Ting a ling when you gyrate like a concrete mixer
Ting a ling when my mood you make upbeat
To send me to cloud nine and you become my heart fixer.