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 



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Ronald Carpenter 
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