UNPREPARED

pix from Homo Eroticus

You looked into my eyes
Asking to let go, to make it happen
The passion imprisoned
In my little world

As your hands touch my skin
My Body, my soul
Electrifies my room
Filled with hypocrisy and lies

The wetness of your lips
The motions of my body
Enveloped the uncertainty
Of things to yet to come

The spirits of nakedness
Released by loneliness
Your life, My soul
Will always be unprepared.