Passion in the Pew
Another Sunday morning, my head all fuzzy
Entering the church half asleep, half distracted
Watching my wife talking to a friend ahead when
Bam!!! I remember just why she captured my heart
Dressed simply, in a black summer dress
I stand looking, absorbed; filled with desire
Wishing I could take her by the hand
And lead her back to our home, our bedroom
We sit in the pew, my mind and soul aflame
She is near, so tantalizingly near to my right side
I glue my head at the pastor, but not my attention
Feeling the pulsating, oh no… not there! Not here!!
I cannot subdue my hunger, my desire, my want
Reaching out across the one inch gap between us
With my complete attention, yet without actually moving
Attempting to seduce without a touch, without a look
I feel the vibrations of the sensual flow between us
Wondering if she is experiencing this moment as I
My soul soars into the throes of ecstasy just being
So near, feeling the fire, that passion in the pew
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2014