Hidden Pleasures
A maiden passes in the street
and tempted heart withholds
its beating
The billowed wind caresses fabric
God's gentle touch upon
her skin
A chance unveiling of her splendor
exquisite moment, unexpected
pleasure
A peek is mine ... and heartfelt sigh
delightful quiver, familiar
longing
How quickly desire intrudes on thought
o'er that simple innocent
fleshed patch
So firm yet yielding when gently touched,
warm, exciting, fair
too much
What would I give to breathe that breeze
once passed across that
silken skin?
What I would give to touch the touch
of lover, friend, or
simple pet
To wrap my arms, embrace them close
press warm lips there
at end of day
How it pains to pass her by,
ask not her name, nor
brush against
Unspoken wishes, unanswered prayers
mark the boundaries
'round my desire
While I await, and always must
the next delightful
passing breeze
