Who's Who Poem by Hugh Green

Sweaty hands- spidery fingers touching tender warmth
Electrically caresses in gently narrowing circles
Probing unknown emotions -
Uncharted joys
Spasmodically reaching for that beating -
Throbbing heart
Yet - longing for that impassioned soul
Rose flushed moist lips
Pressing lovingly to respondent cries
Hopes quiver - creeping as euphoric heaven
Bliss in extremes
Ecstatic certainty
Inevitable…. The seducer awaits!