Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Lust


Those nerves of strength running through his hand,
those muscles pulling hard,
like metal over rubber they complement,
like water and oil they rarely blend,
those limbs of a man and that speed of an animal,
those hard stares and fierce attitudes,
that strength and the power,
that silent demeanor which makes one hover,
they pull apart and command;
they call unto and demand;
like a rabbit in its burrow: just stuck but not scared,
like a horse in a race with a handsome face,
all these and many more, noticed but yet untold,
all of it relished in thoughts: seemingly quite bold,
Some like it, but not bare,
Some fear it, but fear is thrill,
Its hidden, if under a hood,
If its lust its quitely understood.........

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    1. Thank you :).... glad you liked it...

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  2. "like a rabbit in its burrow: just stuck but not scared,
    like a horse in a race with a handsome face,
    all these and many more, noticed but yet untold,
    all of it relished in thoughts: seemingly quite bold" i kept coming back to these lines... impressive and beautifully written

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