Lust
He said, “Everything about lust
has already been written!”
Every person, man or woman
at some time will be smitten
Lust can be fetish,
she dresses like a kitten
Romantic and soft
on a bed of white linen
Others want it hard
they long to be bitten
A few have been rubbed
with a sensuous mitten
Some search for lust
they are okay with paying
Choosing a body
pushing deep until they’re weeping
Who knows the secrets
many people are keeping
Lust can be confusing
it messes up our feelings
Yet somehow lust’s pulsations
are way beyond appealing
Clinging and groping
looking up at the ceiling
Holding hands while walking
or lust on a table
Wheelchairs or walkers
each will do what they are able
Images in fairytales
or sexy found on night time cable
It gets under our skin
makes us feel so insatiable
Although the faces change
lust is still the right label
No one has been immune
not even Adam Eve or Able
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