:: Appetence ::

With Our Eyes

So we make love
All the time,
With our fingers and our eyes―
Because I cannot
Consent, I do not
Deny;
I become a puppet.
'What if' you ask, so casual,
Your mask.
I smile, I'm tender, you're benign―
You touch, slightly, a sign.
'Let's not' I counter, I'm sly,
I know you're primal, but shy.
So the moment's gone, and we
Become contented just to be
Debating on about politics and the like,
While we continue to make love
With our eyes.