Lost Desire Poem by Phil Soar

I can't remember when I last felt such desire
perhaps when I was younger and my love had fire
Maybe if I felt that way again, I would expire
Love has no effect on me these days, so I retire

The bed, where passion raged not long ago
Was now a place to rest my weary frame
And should I be re-energised and blood might flow
Perhaps my lower part may get inflamed

Those days where everywhere I looked were breasts
Some ample ones and those that looked distressed
When magically the thoughts would turn to actions
And often would result in guilt retractions

I can't remember if I miss those lost desires
I can't believe they may have gone forever
I can believe I love no more than cosey fires
Even if it means no passion......... ever