Observing A One Night Stand Poem by Daniel Peter Jones

To feel brushes warm
On flesh from strangers tips
Fingers hover, magnetic lips
Bumps of Goose with shivers hot
Do you lust for her? Because
You love her not,

You carve her curves as a carpenter and
Chisel her as stone
To look upon her perfect form, from
Her flesh down to her bone

A silhouette of young boys dream
A ruthless want, do you care?
That once your finished, you lay still
Against a once ripe fragrant pear

Morning beams through curtains drawn,
Shadow smells of love
You find your jeans upon the chest
of memories made of wood

She's sleeping through your apparent proud,
Eyes closed beneath crumpled sheets,
No time, or want to pretend you mind
Her heart wakes with guilty beats.