Public Affair

Its a very public affair,
if people knew you were real?
You are so soft and sweet,
to me at least.
Kissing you is like a fresh
drip of dew. Refreshing me
daily, minute by minute.
Oh, your love making,
is like strumming a Classic,
Spanish Guitar. Picking...,
stroking, and then strumming.....
I love the rhythum, the beat.......
The song and the dance is only for me
at that moment.
Well matched and perfectly versed.
I can live without the words.
Plumbing, piping, mmmm......
This is for you and
yes,
you and I are having a very public affair.

Its such a public affair.
You have never been seen by the public
eye,
abstract, colorful, mosaic,
magenta, cobalt, cranberry red,
pumpkin orange, eggplant.
Intensity has always been your style.

Preoccupied with every event other than
the very public affair.
Concerned for her, him , and they.

I want you,
for me,
choose me to love, and to hold.
betrayal is not in me,
loyal like your dog with puppies.
One owner only.

I can't worship two Gods,
as I know I will love one,
and hate the other.

I can't plead for your deep
pooling eyes to bestow your
one an only on me.

This is such a public
affair.
It will break me but not
leave me broken.
Because I am open to what is here
and right now.
Our very public affair.

Kiss me,
hold me as I know
tomorrow will be the end.
Your scent, leaves me
alone. Wanting you and
you alone.

Nobody knows
how really public the affair is.
Because they don't know if
you are real....

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens