I’m on public display
In your favourite attire
Your not so guilty, earthly desire
Pray me away
A melody, repenting
in choir
Wishing to bite flesh
Teeth sinking like heavy boats in the mire
Observe from afar, my secret admirer
Yet, is this what I want,
What we want our interactions to remain as
Hungry eyes lingering on silhouettes
Tipping the scales at every glance
Is this what love is,
Eager humans waiting to prance
Or is this wishful thinking,
Less haunting,
Not hunting for projections of wants and needs
To be longed for
Not ogled at
Not a buyer to their supplier
We with our humble requests require
A sort of love that blooms, invades, and inspires,
Our not so guilty, earthly desire