Uniquely playful 2005 poem about the space in his life between lovers.
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under my bed
there are lust bunnies lurking
wasted hours
when cold showers
and other diversions seemed perversions
wasting the appetite
for delight
that could be sated
if I was not fated
to be waiting.
hating the waiting.
for someone to come along
to blow away the lust bunnies.
hurry.
before they figure out
that I am defenseless
when I sleep alone at night.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.