Zywa If he ever

He is in the hallway. Shall I
touch him, let my fingers run

through his hair, play with his shirt
tickle his body, shall I

arouse him and give the finest?
Cheerfully I say good morning, walk on

close my door, my eyes, him
in my arms on the edge

of my bed, to feel
what I would do if he ever

should take the step to unfasten
hooks with me and

Poem 1208
Amsterdam, 2017-03-13

Collection: Webgarden 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
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