Sundae Poem by L. K. Thayer

gasping, hot humid air
mind over matter heaves
when will the knock at my door
take my breath away?

I peek through the shutters
uttering a sigh of madness
and hold onto my silk cocoon
fluttering hearts and palpitating
eyelashes
dance the tango of twisted canals
in hotel lobbies and cats pajamas

the thunder in my thighs readies
for it's occupant, turning the bed sheets
down a notch
my jeans slide off my hips
in a tangled bunch
waiting for my alter ego

my bedroom street smarts kick in
with baited libido on tap
I uncork my inner monologue
and halleluiah chorus
waiting for the dark horse
my stud, my mount
to come hither

frankincense & myrrh billow
in the shabby room
scaring up romance and cutting
strings attached

no mercy for the wicked wench
who wets her appetite for Creme Brulee
with whip cream
and a cherry on top