His Body, Long and Lean

His Body, Long and Lean


His body, long and lean, lounged against the bar.

Smoke smoldered from his lidded eyes

He beckoned with his look --

-A piercing sear with unrequited lust.

I understood his gaze.

 

His legs lent themselves to touch-

Such sinuous, sensational sentinels.

I saw his jeans stretch across them and linger

Taunt and beckoning.

I understood their yearning.

 

What chance our encounter?

What coincidence of time and space?

What would I gain -- or loose to run his race?

To leave my world behind and bend toward his?

I understood the risk to be taken.

 

The muscles on his chest and arms beckoned me

Come hither, taste and savor.

Urgency evident in his stare -

- Entreated me to share

I understood the question asked.

 

Circumstance and happenstance

Conspired to assign our tête-à-tête.

He suggested fate had signed our meeting

and we should take the cue. I do.

And leave without him.

by: A. Gagliardi