Lust

Something in the air
calls to me; I hear your voice.
It's pillow soft but
its passion is what drives me.

I yearn to see you.
Months have passed, feeling like years.
Now that you are gone,
I want to lay by your side.

Do I feel your touch?
Maybe it was just a breeze.
It swept my shoulders,
kissing my neck; I shudder.

I imagined it.
I wanted it to be you.
It's wrong to want that.
Why is this feeling so strong?

You were my mentor,
helping me to blaze new paths.
Why is it that now
I want you in a new role?

It's not right to crave
someone who boosted my dreams.
You are this someone.
I shouldn't lust after you.

Yet those lusturous orbs
hidden in an almond shape-
they hypnotize me.
I want to get lost in them.

Let me look at them,
and you can do what you want.
You can caress me
and free me from woven chains.

And when I tremble
(exposed to those very eyes),
how will you react?
What will I see in your eyes?

Maybe I'll see hope.
Might you show me desire?
Or will you shun me,
left bare for everyone to see.

Perhaps you'll reach out.
Will you then invite me in?
That's my deepest hope.
My wish is you'll let me in.

My lust grows deeper.
I can't do much to stop it.
There's only one way.
Let us free our latent lust.

Begin with a kiss
but then slowly drift further.
Let this lust come full circle.