Feelings Poem by Phil Soar

I questioned my feelings when I first met you
I answered myself with a answer or two
I had visions of someone that I could undress
My emotions were tacit, my mind was a mess
You were all that I wanted and maybe some more
I imagined your underwear strewn on the floor
And a little part of you, just staring at me
And suggestions of lust, to a certain degree
But my reasons and feelings were not those of a gent
So instead of me coming, I'm afraid I just went.