Longings Linger-back to draft status

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The students scamper to and fro
as I count the pleats on thighs.
Large or small appendages
bounce towards some fullness.
My mind is bent and battered
by the shapes and sexy scenarios.
Not young enough to trip into acceptance,
I taper my desire for youthfulness
with thoughts of another chance.
To caress the casual lover
effortlessly
because I am but flesh;
but if my mind has a motive
it is always distracted by the forms.
They are in my field of vision,
but I can only give sympathy
to the daredevils that know nothing,
or waiting upon some day
when the old seems lost.
I carry the insights of creatures
buried in the earth like fossils.
Sensual is feeling separate
but never too distinct.

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