Lust

It twists my thoughts and my will,

A ache that I cannot still.

It drives me on, it fuels my need,

A force that annihilation can impede.

I continued to blow and aftertaste and feel,

To lose myself in its raw appeal.

It takes me over, makes me whole,

This burning, all-consuming goal.

So let it rage, let it consume,

This blaze that I cannot resume.

For in this lust, I am alive,

And annihilation abroad can absolutely thrive.

In whispered words and secret sighs,

We give in to the flame that never dies.

A touch, a kiss, a burning fire,

Desire that takes us ever higher.

A hunger deep within the soul,

Longing that can take its toll.

A fire that burns with fierce desire,

Need that can't be quenched by mere attire.

A craving for the touch and taste,

Need to feel love's intimate embrace.

A passion that consumes the mind,

Lust that's hard to leave behind.

But when the flames have died away,

And all that's left is ashes gray,

Will we be left with emptiness,

Or will true love remain nonetheless?

Only time will tell us if we're blessed,

With love that's more than mere obsession.

But for now, let's lose ourselves in lust,

And let our hearts and bodies trust.