Early Morning Dream State: Romantic Contexting Rhyming Poem

Sometimes I awake,
Early morning,
In a half-dream state,
And my mind starts roaming.

I imagine my hands:
they begin to trace
skin, trembling, grand;
Up from your feet;
Down from your face.

I wonder how 2
Put hands in passion’s fire;
run fingers thru a valley of longing,
And caress mountains of desire.

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Oil Country Power Shower: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Cheap motels in oil/
country give hot, hard showers/
that scrape your skin clean.

Caressing With a Foreign Tongue: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

She knew not/
what/
words from his lips/
caressed her skin/
like fingertips./

The tongue he spoke/
was foreign,/
and yet,/
it made her warm/
2 touch,/
and sweet 2 taste.

Moonlighted Skin: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Knowing her light lies/
glowing through the night on soft/
skin, I’m tempted in.

Do I Trust Myself? A Revolutionary IMbic IMprov Poem

“Do you trust myself?”
She asked.
I laughed.
“In what regard?”

As in, you invite me
over to watch cinema:
comedy, chick flick, drama,
popcorned action, mystery?

That there would be
no butter smeared on that
velvet, gentle skin, as we sat,
and watched the movie.

The only thing low
I would dip into
and slip into
would be a bowl

of buttered
popcorn,
not porn,
or anything like it.

Kernels I would just eat
while I watch,
and butter touch
and brush off my seat.

Do I trust myself?
Whether watching a romantic chick flick,
or Elf,
I keep my emotions,
and buttered hands,
on the shelf.