Young Lust -A Pantoum

Young Lust A Pantoum

Wanting to hang with the pool room boys,
Cigarettes dangling from their pretty lips,
Tight jeans promising treasures underneath,
Sweetly muscled biceps under rolled up sleeves.

Cigarettes dangling from their pretty lips,
Lips begging to be bruised with kisses,
Sweet muscled biceps under rolled up sleeves;
My eyes yearning to see beneath the denims.

With lips begging to be bruised with kisses,
They casually pose against the fences.
My eyes yearn to see beneath the denims;
I wonder if they actually ever play pool.

They casually pose against the fences,
Begging, it seems, for bad boy tussle;
I wonder if they actually ever play pool,
Maybe they’re working another hustle.

Begging it seems for bad boy tussle,
Tight jeans promising dreams underneath,
My good boy training, awkwardly horny,
Wants to bang with the pool room boys.

This is my attempt at a pantoum (working with The Making of a Poem)

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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