Enthralled by stainless steel doors reflecting hazel light,
and red beams that foretell my destination
as a path of paisley carpets
guides me to your peep hole.

Chilled lemon water standing tall,
awaiting my first sip.
Black flashes of the eyelids
as pleasure greets my lips.

No longer scattered.
Purely focused.
Blissful fulfillment in the manner
shades of orange candle light
rest upon your skin.
Memory foam and body pillows
Analyzing where I fit in.

by. Philip G. Steverson