Erotica

Sliding
sliding down that slippery slope
scratching and clawing
at this sharp edge
trying to cling to
what I believe
where I started
what I meant to accomplish

Instead, I am
scratching across this
smooth cold surface
my pen drafting
wilder imaginations and
deeper intimate cravings
running away from me
escaping from the
fingers of subliminal control
grasp of polticially polite prowess
I am sliding
slipping
my eyes closed, my heart still
landing squarely
in the center
of your erotic core.