Not Right

My body is broken
It doesn’t work right
Is it because of disease
Or are the genetics not right

My mind is out of order
It doesn’t work right
Is it chemicals flowing
Or is the brain just not right

My heart is wrecked
It doesn’t work right
Is it just bad heartache
Or is the muscle not right

My joints are not moving
They don’t work right
Is it the stress I’ve placed on them
Or is the bone not right

My life is in the balance
It is not working right
Is it a bug in the software
Or is the hardware not right

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hardware

Watching Him

He sit across the room

Unaware…

 

My eyes take him in

All of him

His broad shoulders

His defined chest

With just a little hair

Peeking out of his shirt

His strong legs

The memory of the way

His jeans define his ass

His arms that could encircle me

His hands that could caress me

I could get lost in his eyes

The way they seem to

Look straight into my soul

His lips have just a little pout

I would love to take a nibble of

And when he licks his lips

A part of me shivers

 

Yes, he is unaware of how

I lust for him when

All he does

Is just sit there

And he temps me