The writings of Hunter Coch

Three Poems of Desire



He looks through the fog,

She dances in cool white waves,

He watches her curves,

She plays and bathes unaware

Of fantasies inspired.


Does she know you watch?

Does she know your carnal thoughts?

She dances in dreams.


Oh, ravenous fantasies

You rip at unbidden skin.


Desire without

Release breeds dangerous thoughts.

Eyes lock from across

An inebriated room.


You wonder about her taste.


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