Muddled Sensuality

skilled fingers
stack
toilet paper pyramids ~
no resemblance to
egyptian monuments,
but filled with
enthusiasm and
your famous, lopsided smile
that triggers mine

how you
turn my thoughts to mud-dy bliss;
tainted, mud-dled ~
forbidden fruit has
a taste, so rich;

your shoes, old and worn
look great where they are ~
forgotten;
next to my bed
where i
inhale; drown
in your charms’ urgent movements
and embrace
the ecstasy
of your
perfect madness.

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Whimsy Mimsy extended a challenge to write a sensual or romantic poem including the words mud, old shoes and toilet paper. Of course I could not resist. Heh.
Thank you, Susan! Such fun…

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