The Lust Cloud

Lust is the dark cloud in the sky. At first is it up high-alone. Soon it begins to multiply, until the sky is overgrown. As it grows the colors deepen. Dark blues, greens, and blacks sieze control. The swirl together and charged, beckon as-in tension-the heavens roll. For the the sky-at last-does break, and rumbles of pleasure are heard. For fire and sparks illuminate, and-in passion-the sky is burned. But clear blue sky starts to return; forever gone the whirling shades. And with it dissipates the pleasure, only to return another day. When Lust again darkens your door, you will find it is not as in past. You shall question what Lust is for, as Lust is not meant to be steadfast.