LUST
I felt your gaze
from way across the pickled vortex,
delving into my mind
and intricately reassembling my thoughts to your ends,
we had never spoken, you and I
but I was sure that those long legs would surely crush me,
fell me,
dispel in me all fear,
but we had never met, you and I
as I smelled the musk scent of your pubis
and brushed your thicket
and felt the soft pink pearl,
but we were notions apart
my thoughts were pure lust
as you assembled them
as purely academic.
Notes: I thought about the way two people may meet in a bar or at a party or dance, anywhere really, and have completely different views about the developing relationship.