Pint

My dear sir

It seems I am coming to visit

Traveling a great distance 

Seeking your company

Quite splendid, you might say to me

Most magnificent 

A delicious surprise

I shall make time for you

Sort out a space

Fit you in

Nay...

More than that...

My current plans shall vanish, you should say to me

The halls of my time shall become yours

Furnished with pleasures 

Adorned with amusements

We shall dine on fine foods

Converse over succulent wines

Traipse about 

Until our bones creak, you would say to me

But sir, upon my arrival I shan't knock at your door

I am not rude

I carry impeccable credentials of politeness

My chest heaves under the weight of etiquette 

And sir, notification of my presence falls to you

I shall abide you nursing a fine pint at your accustomed public house

Earnest in the certainty of your destined appearance

©kcasady2014

Hollywood Kiss

My dear sir 

You simply must work on your Hollywood kiss

Your lips touch hers but

You hold back

Passion must pass between you

You mustn’t contain it or

Guard it

Keeping it to yourself

Saving it

For someone else 

Real or imagined

Perhaps afraid of it

Of its power

That once released

You may never take back

Forever lost to you

But you are an actor so

You must pretend that

She is yours

To take

To possess

All of her

She restlessly awaits 

Release your fervor upon her

Complete her

Answer her

Convince us

The role requires it

©kcasady2014

Bite

My dear madam

How dare you intrude upon my reputation

You infer that my Hollywood kiss needs work

You presume to know how well I kiss based simply upon observation

You accuse me of holding back

Of moral restraint

Well madam j'accuse

For I am known to be a good kisser

And I shall not simply press my mouth upon yours

Providing the politest of pecks

Or even a lengthy stray smooch

But instead I shall bite your lips

First a tender nibble 

Our mouths slightly ajar

Absorbing the scent of your dinner

Tasting hints of chocolate and wine

Fueling my ardor and madness

Your lips bleed from passionate mayhem as I plunder them 

And my tongue slithers past reaching for your throat

You shan't breathe except with gasps 

Then I shall retreat leaving you paralyzed with desire

Is this a true test 

Perhaps not

Because you are not an actor 

And this is not a mummer's play

I can do no less

Suffer the scene as it may

I shall render no Hollywood kisses upon your person

But shall save them for the imaginary world of thespians

©kcasady2014