“Smoking in kitchen”
is what you had said.
Not what you meant;
least not in my head.
So I’m pressed
against glass
in kitchen
in view…
Stroking,
Caressing
and thinking of you.
You smile at my lust
in the pictures revealed.
My body and thrust
with nothing concealed.
You say that with muscles
I’d be quite unstoppable.
But I have no interest
in being un-top-able.
Written by Jason Wright
October 4, 2012