Quicksand of Bliss
To lust is to live a life of loss and
lies,
the heart is decietful; swift to hit.
Our desires are but dangers in
disguise, mere illusions of a
quest to quit.
This fragrant fire will soon turn
a flame;
a fiery heat of what we are
missing.
Lust is an excuse to shun all
shame,
in freaky flirting and kinky
kissing.
The rush of emotion
oveshadows
the true intention of our
experience,
as caution jumps out through
the window,
confusion creeps in...in tearful
silence.
To lust is to tame a terrible toy,
only to give it to a mindless miss;
it is a pleasant pain random men
enjoy
as they drown in the quicksand
of bliss.
For Nette Onclaud's Build your
Sand Contest.
Written By Adeleke Adeite
13/09/2013
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
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