Going Down
The glittering gold strap of her blouse
blended deeply into her bronzed shoulder
trailing a wet rivulet down.
My eyes follow the path of the stream
disappearing into my fantasies dream.
Perspiration on her brow shines
like the eyeshadow on her lid.
I caught her looking down
now she meets my gaze
her pupils dilating
into a sensual craze.
My own wander down
to that place between
her earring
and collarbone.
A bead of sweat
nectar so sweet
how I would like to kiss her there
and my eyes wander down
to that place between
her collarbone
and the rise of her breast.
Oh, I yearn to kiss her there
and my eyes wander down
to that place.
Oh, to kiss her there
to run my fingers through
her amber hair
I can tell
she has styled all day
but in this humid room
demands to be free.
With French painted nails
she fans her dampened face.
Her stare is locked on me now
as a predator on prey.
She is panting
In time with my breath.
Our mouths open
like animals.
I want to take her down
she wants me to take her down
I want her to take me down
she wants to take me down
I want to go down
she wants me to go down.
The air-conditioning repair man called;
He can't make it tonight
so we've made arrangements
for a cool hotel downtown.
The decisions been made;
We can't take the heat.
We're going down!
