Her Smooth Skin Covers Those Unblemished Eyes by Ryan Schiff

Her smooth skin covers those unblemished eyes
And covers up the lust and youthful glee
Those hidden games to which we all do rise
Are reenacted by the adult we.

Seek the sweet smell and unoffending taste
To see her body over bent with want
And that same body's ever lasting taunt
Beckons without motion but with grace.

Slow this body sensual does slip.
It fills my mind with long forgotten groves,
But doubt and guilt they come and come in droves
And my desire they all do aim to rip.

With this my thoughts do dwell within the pit
These brooding thoughts of lust I cannot quit.