How Does It Come
Oh lust
How does it come?
How does it wax?
Like the wind
Or like the rain;
Like the dawn
Or like the dusk;
Like the first stain of pubertal menstruation
Or like the rapid squirt of hormonal secretion?
Oh lust
How does it keep?
How does it glow?
Like a candle
Or like magma;
Like the sun
Or like the moon;
Like the secure knowledge of contraception
Or like the private pleasure of masturbation?
Oh lust
How does it go?
How does it wane?
Like the wind
Or like the rain;
Like the dawn
Or like the dusk;
Like the guilty pang of infatuation
Or like the flaccid flop of a lost ********?
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2015
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