Flair Poem by Ivana RadanJamnicki

Invades my body
Panting and puling
Possesses the space around me
Without having really touched me

But all my trying to manage the moves
Just won’t work
I become a little child again
Amused, breathless, bewildered
By the game he’s pulled me into
And for which I never seem to suffice

I lose my senses
Restless, having nothing left
As mine only
After the creations he has done with my body

He keeps disappearing and arising back
Unpredictably
Already having all my attention
Randomly brushing my arm or hip

Unaware of anything but my inferiority
I get to realize
That even the last traces of creative me
Have seized to be

It’s as if he’s taken my clothes off
My armour
I have nothing to hide in

All I hear is music
That he’s dictating the rhythm to
Just because I am suddenly unable to follow

And the bare as-if-naked skin
Is the only thing that stops him from taking even more
Coming even closer
Exploring the surface
To penetrate it by surprise

His breath fondles my ears and neck
Makes my skin burn
And willing to give itself to him

His playful hands
Grabbing what he’s wanted
In little pieces
Patiently
So I have to wait for more