What Is Lust
What is lust?
Is it such a 'must?'
Doesn't it destroy all trust?
Worse than if you cussed?
Sweeping you up with its gust?
Making you feel that you just---
Have to give in to its sin,
As it glues itself to your skin
And pounds your head with its din
With its fetid smell of stale gin,
Taunting you with its sickening grin,
Ensuring that in the end it will win,
No matter the condition you're in...
What's worse is when your life's all but has-been,
And you're ready to reign passion in,
You'll see that lust is not thick; it's razor-thin,
Being made not of diamonds but tin:
So, how the hell did it ever reel you in-
to its web of ephemeral sin?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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