She is the mistress, <br />of his feelings. <br />Lay bare he does... <br />and stare out of heat mist windows. <br />Capturing moonlight, <br />on his skin with wishes to be touched. <br /> <br />She is the mistress, <br />of his feelings. <br />Unapologetic are rays carried, <br />from him he thrusts. <br /> <br />He trusts that she <br />will someday receive his yearning. <br />He burns in hunger longing... <br />And she knows not of his need!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-knows-not/
