Lust
My desire mummifies fear of rejection, So I admire him from a far,
I enclose speaking out, out of protection, keep him an immoderate distance from my heart.
I stray bashfully, timidly, calming down premature erections to the things I see,
I notice imperfections in my recollections of justwhoIthink stares back at me.
My sanity towards these proceedings leaves me dreaming of when we'd say hi,
and like a school boy I "hide-n-seek" the feelings inside, which often shows the way I shy...from the lust dangling behind my eyes.
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