Lust Bunnies

There is something sweetly playful about this little ode to romantic isolation...as gently erotic poems go, it is amongst my favorites.

Lust Bunnies

under my bed
there are lust bunnies lurking
wasted hours
when cold showers
and other diversions seemed perversions
wasting the appetite
for delight
that could be sated
if I was not fated
to be waiting.
hating the waiting.
for someone to come along
to blow away the lust bunnies.

hurry.

before they figure out
that I am defenseless
when I sleep alone at night.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.