Sweaty Hands, Wet Lips Poem by Cupid Missed

(for the girl in the bookstore)
Lascivious thoughts
erupt
my vision stained by the visage
of you as a vestial virgin
moving toward me
chanting a mantra
enacting the karma sutra
caramel skin and brown eyes
hairline from your navel,
traced to beneath your
beaded waistline
and our eyes meet like our lips
as we climax at the heaven
at the pleasures delta
meeting of your thighs.
oooh if i could be the low moan purring inside you!