To You, With Lust

lust seducing me into a moment of unfaithfulness drawing in my wandering gaze fingers reaching through the dimly lit doorway sinfully running through my hair filling my mind with a myriad of thoughts social historical carnal poetic thoughts seduced by a street hustler on the corner bought things I never intended to buy today never needed or wanted door left ajar low light seen on the night stand creeping along the back hallway trying not to get caught red handed satisfy my moment of gratification couldn't help myself transfixed memorized lust when I saw the first three lines of your poem fever pitched curiosity hating the term "nosey" but it is what it is and that's alright first three lines of your poem slowly pushing the door ajar lustful eyes peering through the haze across the room watching you slowly disrobe to see the nakedness of you your poem your poetry