Lust
lust is a scary thing fore
it reduces us to base
the core, the body without a face
the pleasure of the pimp and whore
lust bursts bubbles wide
opening our lips to learn
the contours of bodies that burn
for more than the surface but what's inside
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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