Lust Jones

I've been writing a lot lately, but have not been publishing.  This is a  quick poem inspired by the recent watching of the oldie movie Love Jones.

I've got a lust and it's jonesing;
An overflowing faucet into my cup, but the knob is not turning.
Heart palpitations when I smell the scent of her Coco, but watch her Chanel her inner hood-walk as she catwalk.
Across my peripheral, she knows what she is doing as she notices my side-eye and sudden st st studder when I talk.
I swear this got to be a show, but I'm too busy trying to keep my mouth closed, afraid my saliva might stain my clothes.
She was created to keep me unproductive.
Clear is hazy and yet she's so seductive.
The way she sat on that chair and got up, I wished that was me, by the glance of her eye, she did that just for me.
Shiiiiiii she keep playing I'm gonna...keep watching!
Acting like I'm not watching so she can keep not showing, and force this lust to keep on growing.

Arch1tekt™