The Thigh

A short poem by a newbie. Please rate - I'd appreciate any feedback.

Wild it is, smooth like a rocket ship
Transmitting from the origin at the hip
Beguiling waves of desire.
Taut and strong as a steel wire.
The waves flow out, spark and blip
Upon the radar screen of his eye and lip.

He registers every new sensation
Bracing against the inundation
Of ordered thought and sense unrent.
The lovely ship will not relent,
Its target now an obligation
For womanly pride’s salvation.

The hem shifts up, obscurity diminished.
The struggle decided now clarity’s finished.
Frequencies increasing throughout
A steady wavelength’s total rout.
He wrenches eyes away from skin unblemished
Then lodges in the crook of her elbows burnished.