Unbridled Lust
Woman, so fancy fair of form
You swivel sultry past me
O, how can I weather your storm
My temperature rises
Heart pounding apace
I check my impulse au natural
To take up the siren chase
Like a caged lion, my insides rage
Belie the placid countenance
Of a man of advancing age...
Then with a moan of unbridled lust
For your body I lunge
As you dissolve into nothingness
~ Off night's bed have I plunged
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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