Walking Through Doors
I knew when I arrived,
I did want; was just on the inside,
I had seen already,
well imagined anyway.
In the immediacy of need,
I would pour out my soul,
with wonder not knowing how,
or why, or who, for any matter.
Yet, while the world around
me continued to plod on,
to resurrect old scenarios,
the way the world generally,
I couldn’t help the enticement,
the actuality of having her,
of knowing that somehow,
she might respond well.
These are all just words,
one would say,
while another would silence
a response and simply listen.
I’m a guy with natural desires,
opening doors to lead me inside,
that’s right, just a guy inside
a fantasy of wants and needs.
Along the way while undressing
all of you, just not a fragment,
only wanting the entirety
of your nakedness, I came to realize
this delightful venue of surreal
opportunity allows again,
the same scrutiny that accentuates
woman’s vulnerability – all over,