Unaware Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Unaware



I lust you.
I lust the thought of you.
Smouldering in heated bliss.
Wrapped in your arms?
Do I dare to miss?
Your lips I wish to kiss and lick.
Until that craving of you lifts.
I lust you.
I lust the thought of you.
And you are fast asleep,
Unaware!

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