Sexy Poems

Wear your glasses.
Approach him in the library.
Lick your lips, play with the ends of your hair.

Sit opposite of him and chew gum.
When he looks up to see who you are,
to see what you're doing in the library
with no books, nothing to study, look away.
Wave at nobody. Say hey to the librarian.

You can look at him now.
Say hi. Say cigarette with a question mark at the end,
a left dip of your head, and an up-shrug of your left shoulder.

He will try to light yours. Block his flame with the palm of your hand.
Light a match. Reject the wind with a shielding wall.
Blow out the flame with kiss-shaped lips and a gust of your winter breath.

He will like your navy tights, your unbuttoned peacoat.
Twist your silver necklace around your thumb, let your hand fall
gently past your breasts, opening your coat like a magazine.
His name will be Jerry, and you will be Mae.

Say you like Jazz because of all the shiny instruments.
When he says me too, say perfect. Throw your cigarette to the ground,
step on it like you would a june bug. Throw away the butt.
Say you hate porkchops.

He will invite you to Bingo, and you will say let's not.
Demand a movie. A thriller. You will sit in an aisle seat
for safe get-away, quick potty breaks. He will touch your knee,
and you will let him. He will knock the popcorn over,
which, of course, you will laugh about, and then kiss.
Afterwards, lick your lips and say yum, thanks.

Let him touch your bottom lip with his thumb
and say you're cute. Say no I'm not, you are.
Kiss again. Hold hands on the way to the car.
Trip a little, and let him hold you up.

At the front door say wanna come inside?
He will hesitate, sniffle, and jingle his keys,
mumble something about work and a cat
named Felix or Juniper. Say forget the cat,
don't you think I'm sexy?
He will pull the collar of your oxford shirt
so that your faces match. Kiss again.
This time with more tongue and little moans.
Drop your coat to the steps, let him touch your ass.

Say wanna come inside? He will lead you in.
This is where you kiss all night on the couch,
on the kitchen counter, on the toilet,
and in bed with nothing on but the fan.

When he tries to take off your bra say no,
say no not yet, let's take it slow.
He will agree and try for your pants.
Hold them up with one hand.

Kiss until your mouths are chapped pink,
numb and forgotten. Fall asleep with your nose
snuggling the soft hair of his armpit.
Wake up to coffee and one cinnamon roll.
Let your hair stay toppling around your face
like warm icing. He will say you're so sexy in the morning.
Lick your lips. Put on some Jazz, and say I know.