The end is not a must.

To see her and contact her eyes,
To listen to her, her voice in mind,
To smell her when she is close.
To touch her, though accidentally
And to long and hope for more
Are steps that feed a man’s lust
And no step, though alone, fails.
18.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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