What's on your mind, he asked
Nothing, I replied 
Maybe some fantasies to experience, he probed further 
Still nothing, I replied

My mind is blank
Even if my flesh is lush
I simply want to dwell in the beauty of the moment
You have the knack for sex
While I possess the art for intimacy 
You dunno what you are dealing with
Even if you exercise your power
But when I weave my intimate poetry on your flesh
You will realise what you have missed all these years

I merely don't tease with words
I will capture your very essence.
©LR