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WELL, TOO KEEP IT SHORT. A POEM ABOUT LUST.
Submitted:Jul 6, 2011 Reads: 41 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
It reaches into the deepest corner of me,
Waking every part of me restless and free.
Seducion is nothing compared to this,
Surpassing content, lust and bliss.
Every cell, every tissue is hers,
She quenches my lusting thirst.
Her simple touch generates animalism,
An instinct so strong that the strong imprisons.
It is said lust isn't love,
But I love this lust.
The primeval instinct of it,
The light which my darkness lit.
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