Lust Poem by Aaron Hassette

Whenever you pass along the streets
Men gaze in a smile and bow at your feet
Especially when you’re covered in garments of blue
Some sit and think how they can get inside you

For the beauty you display no one has seen
The beauty you have is that of a queen
The shoes which you ware made of silver and gold
Men sometimes wish they can get a hold

Some wish they can have a woman so sweet
Some even say that their woman is cheap
The music you utter deep from inside
The slows, the love tunes can be heard from a mile

For you men and women please do not touch
But whenever she passes feel free to watch
But what can I say; they can’t have you my lover
You are the one, my darling, my lovely Range Rover