Ties

Ties are a temptation
when that windsor wedding of silk 

presents its dimpled cheek
to this discerning eye,
magic abounds.
Why use four-in-hand when one will do
to take the knotted neck and pull –
Pull, pull close enough for lips to touch.
Yeah, there's the temptation:
One kiss? One kiss is not enough.
Make-out for as many minutes
as stripes in today's green and gold lined neckwear.
Are you hot under the collar yet?
Perhaps I can loosen you up,
but
you look so fine I
wouldn't want to ruin the aesthetic.
The philosophers would have us believe
that passion undoes us all,
and had it not been our first date, 

I would have ignited passion
under the pink tie that remained hidden
beneath your sweater vest all night.

I Keep Having Sex Dreams About You

I keep having sex dreams about you
all my secret daylight thoughts sewn together with starlight
you take my virginity and I'm powerless
paralyzed by desire as you kiss my neck
I'm addicted to the nicotine on your breath
left wishing for lucidity so I can caress and pull you to me
but even in my dreams you're the one in control:
I'm just along for the ride,
gasping for breath in your bed, waking alone in mine...
Though I never see your face, I can tell it's you and
I feel the guilt of the obsessed.
In consciousness I feel remorse over the
name my sleeping self screams in orgasm,
because every time I look you in the eye
I feel like you know:
I keep having sex dreams about you.