Michael Dom Poet Verse

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 ********?

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Paul Callus April 5, 2015 at 10:30 AM Clever and witty as well, in a sense! I suppose, finally it all boils (cools) down to lost lust! // paul Michael Dom April 5, 2015 at 7:29 PM with you there Paul - cheers

Andrea Dietrich April 5, 2015 at 12:37 AM haha. it was worth reading to get to the end!! from lust to lost!! that is life and lust!!! Michael Dom April 5, 2015 at 7:28 PM it's often better off to have lost lust. cheers