Passion

I felt those calluses forming,
From the strain
Brought by your heavy suitcase.
I was lost in your eyes
And then you smiled
To show me greater glory
In the perfection of
A tempting white hello…
I inhaled you,
A mix of your weekend in Tokyo,
Your lusty sweat,
Which beckoned me to follow you
To taste you,
And lick the salt from your elbows.
Your words and accent
Of sweet German sex
Probed my mind
In honest pursuit
Of a night of passion
And longing sexual thrust,
Which in my mind stirs me below,
And that German handshake,
As our skins finally touched,
I realized I could never partake
In this indulging moment with a god
And ever be the same again.
I prefer to bask in the fantasy
Than live in the regret of memory.

Der Gruß