Three minutes is the time I will concede
Allow myself to indulge in fancies
Think of you build a fantasy, imagine
A sensual approach, a whim

A moment. Minute one,

You look at me lasciviously
Dilated pupils sapphire wells
Enticing me I sink, subside
Prudish reluctance to surrender

Take a step forward, feel the heat
Of your deepening breath I shiver
The sound of your heartbeat I rest
My palms on your chest press

Against you. Minute two,

You put your arm around me
Hand on my back pull me closer
Never loosing eye contact a snake
Entranced I give into temptation

Sudden arrhythmia muse on the apple
As you skim over my lips with yours
So slow, soft and lightly I succumb
To giddiness you devour me

Don’t stop I desire you. Minute three,

Hooks on my shoulder straps
Your indexes undress me, you thrust me
Onto the bed then climb over me
Your gaze as intense as your body

Vibrations dictating my pulse, your weight
Enraptures me the power of your movement
Conquers me, white linen
Extrapolated from reality a cloud,

Where all occurs, the time of a cigarette.

[Featured painting: Dancer for Money by Jack Vettriano, 2018]