SUN NIGHT COOL---BY ROBERT WISE-an
original poem about sexual frustration, lust and desire--

She looked as though she was undressing.
Lying with her piercing blues- by the sun night cool.
I saw the look of pure desperation.
A stare that was not to be ignored.
She seemed as though she was in an erotic daze.
Her lips shined-- like it had just been kissed-by mine.
We glanced, and then we turned away,
She looked as though she was about to burst with the sexual
tension.
Her hand was sliding slowly down her thigh.
Her look was hungry, like a starving fox
She looked as though she was in complete ecstasy
A sensation that empowered her trembling thighs,
I wanted to quench her hunger...and my thirst
We both lied naked together
There was no more denying her piercing blues-by the sun
night cool.
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