Cold Friday

Cold Friday night
Fantasy
Plays in the mind
Bring her pleasure
Feel some pain

Lost in round
Pale flesh
Mounds caress beard
Cheek to chin
In softness of willing breast
The dance of Passion slowly begins

Strength gathered
Plunged to thighs
Pleasure forgets alibi
Where the body hides its cry

Limbs hold
Reward and scold
On a pallet of enlivened skin
The cold of winter stripped away
Heated from thoughts within

In want
You ache
To take
The heat
Where it bakes
A frozen porch
To burning torch

Reality or fantasy
In pleasure and pain
The heat found the same