Bass Drum

Your hands across my bare unclothed chest,
Up across my slender freckled neck,
Following my jaw to my hair’s crest,
You bend to give my nose a quick peck.

My hands tremble as I grab your shirt,
Fumbling with buttons on the way down.
I gain confidence removing my skirt,
Looking like an inexperienced clown.

My squeamish heart pounds like a bass drum,
Beating the same solid beat as yours.
With you my faint body will succumb,
In darkened rooms behind locked closed doors.

When our bodies collide in desire,
Hearts and souls will be all the higher.