Gently gritting my front teeth on my index fingernail.
Secretly fantasizing all about my latest male.
Hopelessly craving for more passionate nights in this new love tale.
A bee buzzed with love, pure and sunny,
For clover, its sweet, golden honey.
It danced in the breeze,
With remarkable ease,
Declaring, "For you, I'd spend all my money!"
In the orchard, ripe and sweet,
A peach radiates as sunrays greet.
Its fuzz is a warm and fuzzy sight.
As birds gather, greedy for a bite.
Oh, how they lusted for the juicy fruit!
Their beady eyes were fixed on the loot.
But the farmer watched with a wary eye.
Ready to shoo them away with a cry.
He knew the value of each peach.
The hours of labor they did beseech
He'd tended to the tree with care.
Nurturing each fruit with love and prayer.
So he guarded his bounty with all his might.
Defending it from a hungry fight.
And when the time was right, he plucked each peach,
Savoring the taste, beyond all reach
For in the orchard, ripe and sweet,
The peach was more than just a treat.
It was a symbol of his tough work done.
A reward for all he had begun.
A peacock to some,
but to others a confident and close friend.
Confidence, humorous,
displays feathers,
selects the perfect mate.
Unbeknownst is he of the
defects
within his selection, too much time
lusting the outside,
never fully knowing the inside.
Secure in his vibrant colors,
overconfident that his mate would never stray.
Too concerned with the outward appearance
of those within their circle.
Neglected is she who grooms the offspring and tends the nest.
Healthier to leave to the injuries she's received,
yet flaws hold her bonded.
Too late you come with the validations
which she required.
Divulged is the straying
with those of lesser colors.
Injurious is it to your
prideful mantle.
Both are now imperfect,
insecure in being,
and require a pal full of time.
Your lusting eye
Tells you every lie
Soaring up through the sky
Your pleasures watching you crash & die
Like a wingless butterfly
Your life left cold and dry
Many mothers cry
Trump A Loser Who Likes Lusting
Trump will be loser who likes lusting;
His behavior discovered is disgusting,
Like a callus
Full of puss,
And never him have we been trusting.
Jim Horn
Trump Bearer of Bad News
Of bad news, Trump has been big bearer;
Causer and creator of troublesome terror;
Prefers pathetic path,
Full of much wreath;
A walking mistake indicated in each error.
Jim Horn
I’m lusting for you
I’m lusting for you
I’m lusting for you
I want to feel your golden locs flowing through my hand
I want to inhale your scent throughout the night
I want to feel my body against yours
I want to kiss your milk white neck
I’m lusting for you
I’m lusting for you
I’m lusting for you
I need to be the one to give you pleasure
I need to be the one who brings you happiness
I need to be the one who is in your thoughts
I need to be the one who is everything to you
I need to be
We laughed at Jimmy Carter
When he “lusted in his heart,”
But sticking to his thoughts alone
Was noble, just and smart.
As one by one our idols drop
From allegations’ pricks,
It seems no one’s exempt
In show biz, news or politics.
Each day reveals a brand-new name
Of somebody accused.
The president, who led the list,
Must surely be amused.
But all the would-be victims
From when Carter was the prez
Should be grateful he controlled himself.
(At least that’s what he says.)
My Deep Dark Passion
Lustfully Seduced Your Heart
Drowning in Sorrow
Lust has betrayed me many times
Opened me up in ways I had not imagined
Very few times have I escaped her clutches
Every time I say "Never again!"
Lonely women seem to be my weakness
I feel the pull of their longing hearts
Not knowing if it is possible to resist
Every molecule cries for their touch
So I acquiesce to my addiction
Seeking and wanting their loveliness
Your wish is my command John.
Note: fictional write
Happily married 22 years!
I lust for you sweet darling of mine
Coming clean, hope I don't sound asinine
Being lusting for months
And even once
Rode the subway naked, no reason, no rhyme
© Jack Ellison 2015
A wanting, lusting
essence of deep desire-
Animalistic!
I sit here and constantly think about how my life has changed.
How the sky has parted and slowly has stopped the rain.
And just like a gust of wind, it all comes together and lives on the pain.
For happiness I reach to grasp as it all gradually drives me insane.
Bliss, she kisses me on the cheek.
She sends a lustful glance my way as she passes by.
Seducing me, she offers me a place in her sheets.
Then she’ll disappear just moments before she is mine.
It’s a tease; this game life continues to play.
Surely pushing me to vow this my last day.
Gripping my throat so that I shall find it too difficult to find the words to say.
And forever letting me know that for my past mistakes, I will continue to pay.
Shadows and light
not a matter of
half-full or half-empty
either this or that.
Be it winter or summer
the mind is in confusion
if too much light is
shed on it,
Becomes transparent,
blurred by sunlight
clear thoughts are
annihilated in the bright flood.
Dusk is better
for everything
light intruding only as much
as my children’s laughter,
The mind struggles to create
in too much light
and doomed it is
You brought me out
from shadows into light
and now my mind is suffering
my vision being hindered
Brightness is fair indeed
but what
are you to do there
where all is here and visible?
Warm, fuelled and spent, in exhausted appreciation
Is this what we're heading for, since the dawn of creation
Head now bowed in thought, is this lusting wonderment
Does he know his spirits flowed, does he know he's heaven sent
He looks down on his captor, having chosen his darkened choice
To seduce this virgin white, having done, he's raised his voice
*~*
Whilst she walks away she gathers, thoughts, her tattered shreds
Her silken robes of white, from the surface they are said
Will we ever know the outcome, of the virgin standing alarmed
Just who has seduced who, who has taken who's charm
*~*
To the surface this ogre looks, this lustful fuelled night
Slowly he opens his eyes, from their dark, their brightly white
*~*
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