“Soul Mate”

Tan skin with a deep voice

Typing on your keyboard

The friend zone was a decoy

 I'm ready to deploy --- into the war zone

Rearrange your hormones

Our exchanges are informal

I engage your torso --- like a physical

Excavate your labia for minerals

It’s a mystical location

I think I just might pursue this vocation

Urging you to become my permanent patient

Doc Hank Moody, truly here to stay

Always lure me in the way you wear lingerie

You don’t have to be nude for me to get active

My imagination has me seeing through fabric

A couple of encounters while we’re sitting in traffic

Public  situations, in the rain on mud

This is lust, not love, but there’s trust, no glove

We have the occasional role play

And never discuss topics like soul mates

Nothing’s off limits, love to watch her face grimace

A mutual respect, we connect until we both finish