Someday I will write a poem
and capture the essence of sex.
I will pen the thrilling thrust
that capsizes a woman's eyes,
the parting lip-bite that tornadoes
a nervous system;
I will ink the pitchless moan
of a stenciled nipple's ecstasy,
the orange glow of a curtains-drawn delight;
I will stain a page with sweat
and milk, with screams and caresses,
with erupting heartbeats and tremors of lust;
someday I will
write a poem.