Lust
"Love is a many splendored thing."
Lust is a wanting, ravenous being.
A heaving, volatile core.
Embroiled tempest, a volcano.
Angry, grasping like quicksand.
Suffocating, as it drags you below.
Frantically clawing for substance.
A creeping frost, engulfing winter.
Overtaking fertile tundra of sanity.
Emaciated animal tasting only bitter.
Howling winds of unquenchable thirst, blow
fiercely across arid clime, desolation of your
soul, scoring the fabric of your desires.
Exposing the carnage of raw emotion,
eviscerated by the blades of the insatiable,
starving incubus contained within the cage,
fashioned from ribs.
....And, it will surely poison you.
This viper coils, twisting intent.
Venomous kiss, only advent.
Sin driven by rage and envy.
One of seven,
deadly.
Seems comprised of many.
If "love is patient,
love is kind".
Lust is violent,
lust is blind.
Cornered creature
of a stricken mind.
Seed planted in the eye,
mirage of paradise.
Nightmare soon drawn nigh.
An unsatisfied vice.
Beast, capable of murder,
of theft, of lies.
An empty pit,
Unfathomable size.
So, if love covers all,
lust is inner demon's call.
A demented seed.
Creates yearnings of greed.
Predator and hunter.
Possessor, what you didn't need.
So caution, word of mourning.
Beware this crushing wave.
A defensive hive, swarming.
What's cultivated in lust,
tends to grow, gives no warning.
-Angel Fatale-
-7 deadly sins series
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016
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