Sleep Poem by jim bethke

Sleep.
I cannot….
My blood boils.

Revelry…
Drinks and laughter…
A seductive smile and tease…
My blood boils.

A kiss…
Wet and succulent…
Lips touching…
Tongues dancing…
Sultry eyes beckoning...
Lust and seduction…
My blood boils.

A flash of skin…
Breast and nipple offered…
To touch…
To Taste……
My blood boils.

A mesmerizing dance…
Shedding of garb…
Skin touching skin…
Air laden with arousal…
My blood boils.

Words of wanting and desires....
Lust and abandonement....
Needs to be met...
And exceeded...
My blood boils.

Petals offered….
Scent of that which drives men wild….
Wet and inviting….
Brushed across my lips….
Tongue delving into depths…
My blood boils.

Arousal...
Hard and strong...
Waiting for...
Wanting...
Needing....
Release...
My blood boils.

Alas, too much revelry...
That which was to be...
Is not....
Another time....
Another moment....
Fulfillment yet to be....
Yearning....
My blood boils.

I lay aside you...
My arms on yours....
My body on yours...
My legs on yours...
Listening to the rise and fall of your breaths....
Feeling the warmth and smoothness of your skin....
Dreaming...
Yearning....

Sleep? ? ?
I cannot....
My blood boils.