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.........