Name Lust Poems

Hills & Crosses

I hung myself on a cross
To atone for my works
An attempt on my soul 
To rid him off of his unwholesomeness 
To cut...

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A shepherdess, I’ll call her Heather
Loved coitus when dressed in black leather
High up in the hills
She’s getting her thrills
And getting wet in the wild weather

The...

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Night and day I think about you.
You’ve tightly bound the wrists of my self control
And grabbed my fevered dreams by the throat.
I try to forget...

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Black lips and black nails, with eyes just like ice
If you want to be with her, it comes with a price
Ingest in her poison, inhale...

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God search the game
lust needs taming
soul’s name is love...

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Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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In the sacred silence of this moment, 
I kneel before you, my Lord, 
burdened by the weight of my transgressions. 
My soul trembles, confessing
 the...

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I've been waiting for her by the sea, perhaps not 
always patiently. When she will arrive I do not 
know, but I've dug my feet...

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She comes to me before dawn,
in that time between sleep and wake.
She has no name or face,
but the body of a goddess.
Breasts of perfect size...

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The Vanity of Pleasure 

Temptation tingles
I was confused by my desire
I believed the sensual was transcendent 
Rising as I did on the waves of want
Seduced...

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Can you grasp the thunder?
Can you hide its flashes from an overflowing river?
Can you pay your river Life a hideous win?
Can you call yourself a...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond...

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"Beata Maria, I know that I'm a righteous man."
Proud and pure, high above the common man he soared
Still young, yet master over a cathedral, his...

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Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral...

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