ON SEVEN DEADLY SINS
The seven deadly sins are the humans' true creations.
To live with gluttony
sexual actions digest the disruption of the mind,
gluttony is a luxuria of food.
To be lustful
lecherousness is never satisfied,
it develops into an inflamed and insane craving.
To have greed
either for money or power.
To enjoy slothfulness
to lazy about without a care in the world.
To give into wrath
feeling the wrath of a woman scorned
yet men must achieve anger,
it creates its honourable standards.
To exercise envy
never one must underestimate the power of envy,
it only leads to destruction.
To acquire pride
having pride, both good or bad,
With the bad one, there is much condemnation.
With good, there come many blessings.
Categories:
lecherousness, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
In the air; the floral scent flows,
Enchanting scent of the naked rose.
Feet buried in quicksand as time slows
Broken hourglass sand caress toes.
Blind eyes see her; that enticed the nose-
Call it lust at first sight.
Familiar yet so rare; her red petals in repose
Dark; yet so bright.
I dig for the roots of her voluptuosness
Skin to skin, I still know not her secret
Eyes locked in mutual lecherousness
Only she holds the key from which the glamour stems.
Categories:
lecherousness, lust,
Form: Free verse
Are there not better than I
With more wisdom than Love
To envision an ideal life
And entice your worries to impart
Be there not a more resplendent man
Walking upon this vast Earth
Who would sway your eyes with lecherousness
And your Heart with fairytale weaving
Can there not exist that mastered soul
Lingering within your wanton desires
That would save you from wretched me
That would assure this....an eternity
Or are you forevermore enslaved
To this existence that is reality
To a man that is but human
With trammels to withhold you from freedom
I am regretful my imperfections
For I am not of the Heavens
Nor far away worlds of conjure and make-believe
It is simply I...who would Love You totally
© 2011 Kevin Stock
Categories:
lecherousness, art, epic
Form: Free verse
I imagined kissing you a dozen times,
You'd pull me close,
Gently touch my cheek,
I'd fall deep into your eyes,
You'd pull me closer until I could feel your hot breath upon me,
You'd graze your lips with mine,
Then your fingers filled with lust, tightened their grip around me,
Our bodies reaching out for that 'touch, '
That single 'touch' that would knock all others out of the history books,
And until we could no longer stand it,
We'd pull into each other like two magnetic fields,
Full of passion and hunger,
Our lips would rest on each other like two puzzle pieces,
Your tongue so compelling bursting with lecherousness,
That mine laid down all commands to yours!
Categories:
lecherousness, loveme,
Form: I do not know?