Mother-breast love,
The nurturing kind, brings the furtive guest—
Childhood sensuality.

Eyes too young to lust can still surmise
Upon the mystery of parted thighs
In public dressing rooms

Or close at hand, in sheltered bedrooms.
The veil that's lifted for an instant
Drops again, on entering the land of learning.

Classmates face to face
Replace the parents' gaze,
And push aside unformed desires

Until the teens,
When lust emerges for a second round,
Full-blown and confident.

Then all aims are bent
To aid the conqueror, returning triumphant
From a brief respite.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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