Fashion Plate

This is the outfit I've been waiting for.
The couture that can propel me from dull
And dreary to sharpest man on the floor.
The clothes that cause ladies to pause and mull
Their chances of getting me out of them.
Oh yes, they'd look as fine on your floor as
They do clinging to my form. From the hem
Of the pant leg, all the way up, it says
"I look better than you, I must admit."
So I approach my love, and with a wink
And a smile I allow her to take it
All in. Then I ask "Well what do you think?"
     She looks me over and says with a sigh,
     "That's a lot of purple for a white guy."

The Pursuit

They say a man is nothing if he is
Without a quest, that it is the drive to
Fulfill some goal that brings purpose to his
Existence. Now I don't know just how true
All of that is, but I'd like to recruit
You for an experiment: to see just
How fulfilling the true reckless pursuit
Of pleasure can be. Now as is discussed,
I must throw myself into this task with
Focus and intensity if I'm to
Make this night into the personal myth
Of struggle, triumph, and struggle anew.
     The look of bliss you'll wear is my treasure.
     Tonight, I exist to bring you pleasure.

Competitors

I wouldn't really say that we're lovers.
That word misrepresents the thing we share.
No, the term "competitors" best covers
What we are in the heat of our affair.
We face each other like athletes on the
Playing field, prepared to push ourselves to
The very brink of our ability
To come out on top. And so with each new
Encounter our minds flood with endorphins
As breath comes fast and hard. Our skin is flush
And sweat glows from your face as your mouth grins,
Wanting to see who'll be the first to gush.
     Remember, when you play this game with me
     Don't stop until you're screaming "Victory!"

Magic should never be taken seriously

I want to make something perfectly clear:
I am within my heart-of-hearts a true
Romantic, an absolutely sincere
Believer in the joy love can imbue.
But that doesn't mean I'm not a sinner
Or gatorade for lust -- the thirst quencher.
I don't want to take you out to dinner,
I want to take you on an adventure.
Let serious feelings give way to play
Because we know that pleasure will provide,
And we don't have to have something to say
To feel surprise and wonder deep inside.
     So follow me now and follow me quick,
     And I'll delight you like a magic trick.

Signalman

I simply do not understand. What does
It mean when she looks at me with those eyes,
Like two circles of spinning green flame? Was
She saying she wanted me? Was it wise
To make a nonchalant comment, as though
It didn't matter at all, that I think
She shines like a wood nymph in full moon's glow?
Or was that a bit too much? 'Cause the blink
She gave, just a moment too long, seemed to
Indicate that it took her by surprise.
I think. I'm bad at reading signs, so who
Knows what she really thought. I know those eyes
     Are showing me the true state of her mind.
     But I don't understand, and so I'm blind.


     (Next time I'll ask her, and avoid this bind.)