Imagining our meeting a cartoon,
with us embracing at my house again,
you standing travel-weary, driver’s swoon
upon your doting face… You’re all the men
I ever wanted hands upon my skin,
your tired head inside my rayon shirt,
your sneaky limber fingers probing in,
around and underneath my denim skirt.

Our thought balloons will neatly coincide.
Libidos pique our energies to seek
together closer. Curling sweet the ride
will be that sends us swirling cheek to cheek,
like summer Tilt O’Whirls or Ferris wheels
in evening, soaring high above the squeals.