my red lace lust
breaks your laws
      and is
scattershot through
fantasy woods
that busts open the door to your perfect, creamy thighs.

red blooded bloggers
caught up in a writing spree
are sealed away in private rooms training to undress you         with
the
brush
of
wildflowers
along your neck,

down your
  back,
three kiss charmer:
one to ear lobe
one to upper thigh
third,
somewhere in between
the other two
maybe along your side.

your green eyed shake
rattles my roll right off the ledge of
                Table Rock.

You stir tomorrow's dust in the red lace lust of A perfected sunset.

My eyes are locked in lasers from space spotting your graceful movements like a predatory beast.

she runs in my head
no off button
for mountain springs
she falls in my dreams
a heavy, sweet torrent
smoothing rocks with constant rush.

her red lace lust
a raging sun
forced to shine
     and
trample everything with light.

She paws at my glass
   begs me with those longing
cat eyes
she wants to pounce in
moonlight and frolic with
   anything.

I must be rid of her desire.

She drives a cool sleek midnight blue Cadillac of
     Temptation.

She doesn't stop to pick me up
I am invisible
   and she isn't even real
  but I know she is out there
driving smoothly down some siren filled boulevard hoping
       for a catch.

I must be rid of her desire.