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Lust
Lust
Fond of her flaws
Molding into perfection in his eyes.
He shed his casing to flourish
into a magnum opus in disguise.
On the edge of insanity
She stood ecstatic with sadness
His incarceration indulged her
Into an abyss of ignorant bliss.
Aroused his fingers fondled
The contours of her body
Wrenching at the cruel fetters
She appraised a hint of shoddy.
But his clout grew bolder
Slicing through her naïve skin
She bathed in the beauty of
that paranoid despicable mandarin.
He was born sinner. She died, redeemed.
Not bad!! Not bad at all! ;)
Not bad!! Not bad at all! ;)
Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow
i like the title of your
i like the title of your poems
And does the poetry live up
And does the poetry live up to the titles?
um..no i dont think so but i
um..no i dont think so but i do like the poem itself but i also liike the title so yeah i mean the poetry dont live up to the titles i guess..
Fair enough.
Fair enough.
aw thanks
aw thanks
Lust certainly will have its
Lust certainly will have its way with those who push it aside as something of a toy, and without purpose. After all...a lot of stuff in those "bond" movies is not just "in the movies"!! :-D
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Truly said. Lust is probably
Truly said. Lust is probably the most intense of all worldly passions. "It demands, it militates, it tyrannizes".
Haa. Now don't bond movies just about sum it up.
beautifully written. loved
beautifully written. loved the very last line.. you use very strong words.. and it makes your poems sound more lovely.. and i wish i could write like this :P
You give me more praise than
You give me more praise than I deserve. Thanks indeed.