Scrambling fingers
Searching for holds in my flesh
With the thoughts of lust in mind
Tearing, tossing, molesting
Holding, inserting
Until no patch of skin
I “ruled” was free from sin
Tag: Lust
Sure as the Moon
A gripping lust takes hold of me
At work, consuming my thoughts
Turning old ladies into young beauties
Turning old men into billionaire bachelors
I feel a fire feeding from below
One which I must touch
Releasing the ceaseless sea
A tide that needs to come
Sure as the moon
In the night sky
