I Don't Know What You Are Thinking

I don’t know what you are thinking
Don’t know where this touch is leading
But I am feeling and needing

Passion on stove frying
splashing fragments of oil
sautéing tender skin
Melting

And I am thinking to stir up
mixing your scented flavour
in this unique cuisine

Don’t know what you are thinking
But I am thinking to continue cooking
and cooking

He's Arousing Me

He is arousing me playfully
teasing my neck with flavouring tongue
stirring passion shoulder to leg
stencilling lines with pencil fingertip
prints the word “fine” on yearning skin
now I am wondering,
what does he expect of me?

The Middle Room

The middle room
With dimming glittering light
of a pale blue hue
pastel pink, green bedsheet
covers the queen size mahogany bed
Powder turquoise curtain drapes a broom like trimming
sweeping, sweeping the hardwood floor

An elderly woman rebuking eyes
stares through a fragile picture frame
WATCHING
A young girl with company

A quiet song sings in silent tongue
Mattress churning turning
midnight light cat fight
purring purring to a hush

Pennies shillings rattling like a snake
falls to the ground
And the elderly woman rebuking eyes
makes the young one cry