Poker Face

We stare each other down;
each waiting for the other to fold.

You play your cards like a pro.
Or at least I'll let you think so.

You stay unreadable
while I attempt to call your bluff.

A flirtatious remark,
and a heated glance to fluster you
and throw you off kilter.

No dice.
You deflect.
How strange that you did not
succumb to my charms,
unlike every man I've ever met.

I raise.

Your ways are more telling
than the cards you think you are playing.

I'm no fool.
I know the hand you play close to your chest
is shitty at best.

Give up?

The fact that you measure
every word
and every action
with careful precision,
as to not give yourself away
tells me everything I need to know.

I'm all in.

I've found your tell.

I call your bluff.

Time to fold.

Psychic Encounter

Certain times of the year
I feel more perceptive than usual.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking,
but yesterday I found myself
unable to stop seeing us
in my mind.

An out-of-body,
voyeuristic scenario
plays out in front of me:

We find ourselves
in a small space
me in your arms,
back against the wall
you breathlessly anticipating
our first kiss....
and then...

you kiss me.

Deep and full of meaning.
A long awaited and anticipated moment.
Hands grasp and wander my torso,
gently coaxing, almost massaging
trying to bring me closer to you
as if to make us one.

I paw a hand up the back of your shirt,
feeling your soft, warm skin on my hands.
I have a thing for strong backs
and yours is a particular weakness of mine.
I wrap one leg around you,
pulling you in.

Our hearts heaving with excitement.

You pause for a moment
and stare down into my eyes.
Honesty finally breaks free.
"I've waited so long for this."

You, who I thought felt nothing for me
and yet, occasionally sensed your torment,
finally confess to a long awaited kiss such as this.

This is all I see;
A heated and passionate make-out session;
enough to quell our fiery desire......maybe.

But I know all too well,
it would never stop there.

No, I would insist on more....
my passion whirling out of control;
I would find a way to bury you deep inside of me
right then and there.
Finally bringing this desire we've been fighting
for the past three years to to the boiling point
and let it all spill over
in a much needed release.

Arcing Desire

I saw it, you know.

Damn.  If looks could fuck........

That gaze that betrays what you try to hide from me.
That look so impregnated with lust,
powerful enough to make we want to open myself to you.
Throw you up against a wall and kiss your mouth, rake my nails down your back;
Tease you, please you, then ride you hard until you come.

I love you and I hate you
I want you and you repulse me
Such extremes in how I feel for you
only make for the hottest torment.

That's fine, that you distract yourself with safe conversation
in the company of others, but your gaze wanders to me and I feel its heat.

When our eyes meet,
the electricity arcs between us.
Others in our company can not deny they sense it.

Still, we pretend we didn't both feel it.

You with your moral boundaries
and me with marital obligations.
Both of us unable to satiate this primal desire.
What are we to do?