lust at first sight.

I sat in the back of the room
silently writing
poetry of real gloom

battered and bruised
I felt alone
my heart had been brutally abused

The sound of the door slamming
brought me back to reality
the person I saw
began me s-s-tammering

something about his carefree strut
brang drool to my lips
and an [not so] innocent lust

He sat down beside me
and boy did i blush
at the sight i did see

his dark hazel eyes
held mystery
along with surprise

i got lost in the fantasy world
all in those eyes
I began to feel dizzy
and the room began to twirl

i wanted to much
to reach out and kiss
those eyes, and lips
so soft, so lush

but my urges i contained
and smile i did
and my heart from then on
was forever stained

even now as i lie
i remember so clear
The mystery
that was held in those eyes.