oh!

I watch the

dying

dandelion

dancing

on my dash.

It shimmies

slowly

sideways

in the sunlight.

One

picked

particularly for me

when

we

were

parading

playfully

down the path.

Sidestepping

soiled

spots

in the streets.

Subtly dropping

helpful

hints

with hidden

insinuations.

Day

by

day

increasingly

I am

interrupted

with a desire

for a

delightful

dalliance.

I think

longingly

of a lover’s

laughter.

Subtle

seductive

suggestions

they send

with their sight.

Their tender

ticklish

touch

softly

seeking

sanctuary

in my skin.

Whispered

warnings

of pleasure

persuade me

to permit

a little

friendly

fornication.

Erratic

edging

endeavors

to eventual

elation.

Eternally

existing

liminally

locked

between

love

and

lust.

Our

organized

effort

that pushes me

over the edge.

Oh!