Inspiration

Your voice has been
calling
to me all day
all night since we
parted ways.
I close my eyes
and your image
awaits there.
Smiling.  Joking.
I smell your cologne
weaving a sweet, gold
web around my
mind.
As I think
how inappropriate
for me to feel so
sensual; so wanton.
I think
How perfect it feels
to be so playful
so girlish.
I anxiously await
our next encounter
to see what luscious
inspiration will be
brought forth
In your smile.

8/29/98
1:43AM