Lust

Slithers through the heart strung veins,
Claiming every mortal fiber.
Alight in its wicked reins,
Its urge turning us to fire.
 
Fingers dance on naked flesh.
Bodies writhe, thrust, and plead.
Digging deep, its calls distressed.
Give in and fulfill its burning need.
 
Fall into the blissful state,
Desire brings it bound prey.
Grind, arch into your mate.
Find ecstasy in the risque.
 
Lust, I’m told, it is a sin,
And only the selfish win.

Mind and Soul

Love.
It’s bitter.
It’s caring.
It shred souls,
And woos hearts.
 
It fills one with
Desire.
To claim,
To maim,
To fight,
And cause pain.
 
It makes one
Surrender.
To the glory of another,
To the passionate touch,
That ignites tempting fires.
 
It builds our
Dreams.
To stumble,
To be stronger,
And take what is our’s.
 
Love.
It is human.
It is animal.
It is all.
 
Let it claim you,
Mind and Soul.
You can’t be a good writer without being a good thinker. This is a depressing thought for a writer. ~ Andy Rooney