You sweat on leather . . .
Undress me with agile fingers
as you slip the folds of cloth
from around my waist
enticing passion with simple strokes
Look deep and find the
nervous tensions filling thoughts
and desires within
my eyes as I shudder
with disregard to foolish moans
Smile as you push me to land
upon leather cushions sticky and
uncomfortable against
warm flesh
take me in a skillful hand
caressing cares away
till I find release
and brush insecurities aside
with a well placed sigh
November 15, 2006
Ezequiel J. Flores Jr.