Moan

Fix your ponytail one more time
Unnecessarily beautiful girl.

Move it up and down
Seductively like you always do.

Is it inappropriate to notice you
The way I do?
I don't care.

Does the boy next to me,
Longing to get my attention,
Realize that I am looking past him
To the gorgeous girl across the room?
I don't care.

Should I be paying more attention
To the lecture instead of wasting
My mind fantasizing about tugging
On her lovely locks in an act of erotic expression?
I don't care.

I'm entranced by her eyes;
I'm bewitched by her body;
I want her in ways that I cannot express in words.

Moans! Moans!
The only way I can vocalize how I want her
Is through moans;

Loud, guttural, unearthly sounding moans
That make the walls quake
Like a sinner experiencing the wrath of God.

They shatter light fixtures and crumble statues
That once held the world's idea of the ideal,
Beautiful body.

Noise that makes male and female
Shrieks of terror sound one in the same;

My moans of expression;
My feelings for her;
My longing and needing and wanting of her.

She rises to exit the room and I realize
Class is over.
I never heard the end of the lecture.

I watch.
I watch her walk;
I watch her talk;

I want.
I want her;
I want her to walk;
I want her to walk toward me;

I watch her and want her to walk
Toward me;
I want to hear her talk;
I watch her and want her to walk
Toward me and talk to me.

I watch her and want her to walk
Toward me and talk to me and
Want me.

I want her to walk toward me
And talk to me
And moan with me

I watch her and want her
To moan with me and
Want me, too.

Muse

Making love to you
Is my inspiration
To continue writing
And to love you more

Pin me up against
The wall again
And hold me there
So I can think

While you’re fulfilling
My dreams of being with you
My mind writes
Your movements into prose

It’s thinking lyrics
Into my motions
And learning brand
New songs to sing

It’s hitting notes
That once it couldn’t
And holding them there
As I am held

I’m coming down now
We’re laying down now
And on the floor
The chorus flows

It pools beneath us
And it surrounds us
A new line’s started
When will it end?

With one more stanza
A climactic ending
You leave me wordless
And that’s okay

The joy of writing
Is in love making
And neither can I
Do all alone
The song has ended
But it’s been written
We can replay it
Or write again.