Wanderer's Lust After Midnight

exciting, mouth watering
hot and nameless, no strings attached,
no asking about backgrounds,
no numbers, no words,
nothing to stare, there is worship
and no singing, just silence and
temperamental moans, and grasps
and gasps, no buts no ifs,
it's a plain hurry, a deal,
sign languages as simple as
a nod, and a thumbs down,
desire at its peak, lots of stripping
dressing and undressing, and
opening and closing, at the park
or at the corner of this dark building
they say it's the thrill and the frill
the price does not matter.
at twilight, everyone turn to leave.

i have never been there.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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