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Here’s Lookin’ at You

Gowned just in boudoir light and bathtub steam,
You do not see me where I lurk outside
Your window, do not guess the hot-eyed dream
That stalks you.  You embrace me where I hide
In plain sight as your partner in the bed
That we have shared for years.  Our love - secure,
As mundane as the mantra “I thee wed”-
Could not be hotter if it were impure,
Yet with each look or touch or word from you,
I am a groupie maddened by a star.
I want to lose control, I want to do
Forbidden things, I want to go too far.
   My wholesome heart is loud with lawless needs;
   You are occasion for crazed, reckless deeds.

Chris O'Carroll


If you have any comments on this poem, Chris O'Carroll  would be pleased to hear from you.

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