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LOVE'S LUST
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Part I: love’s lust
my paramour's inferno
delicately burns
into my susceptible petals,
melodiously ripping into my perversions.
The heat from his lips and eyes,
leave a flesh-toned kiss,
taunting and flush against my spoils.
His sweet stench fortifies me...slightly,
pushing me against him,
hanging wet.
I am drawn in by his desire for love,
and his conform to the embrace of my soul--
we sink in to one another
as a parallel
with the rising of the moon.

Part II: original sin
So please my beloved, let us lie here,
softly, undiscovered
in this frailty--
our exposed skin breathing,
while your fingertips inhale my last breath,
through the crumpled humidity of night.
Your offering lies consumed...
as a language infesting my christening--
a deliberate bathing of my essential sense of beauty,
tendered with such beautiful graces of original sin.

Part III: heaven
My determination rests, lying stifled...
whispered in its conception,
beneath the thirst of my tongue.
But this is heaven, my love,
and my spirit dances to love you forever.

Part IV: the figurehead
my saint, o how you
stir the fluid wind
waking the figureheads
that adorn my heart,
as you take your leave...
overwhelmed in my embrace,
shivering and drunk in my dew.
With love's Crown
you depart--
doused by the shadow
of my echoes.
Alas, I am your captive, love.

Part V: remembrance
unfolding like a petal,
I awake from the night's seduction,
love's dark taste still lingering
on my fingertips,
where my awareness
was built through your senses, my love,
and frozen by your touch--
like spiritual renewal,
a transition dripping with wet.

Part VI: remembrance II
And how you expelled!
Love’s lust spilling forth...
Your contortion and breath
Left beneath my fingernails
like a splinter.

Part VII: remembrance III
And the way you nourished these—
My extensive breaths
As the lay with a silent heaving,
Cleansing me of my ladyship,
For, I had longed to bathe in your appeals.
I am now molded to feel your touch
Because I watched
As you draped my out swept hands
And yielded to my erotogenic yearning.

Part VIII: nourishment
Love’s appetite has been quenched
The sheets saturated with an intemperate poison
And now for the first time…I am filled.

Part IX: denouement
I was sent to nibble
On the drunkenness
Of your sensual desires,
So I hallowed you—
Bare with eagerness, clenching
Strong into your beauty.

Part X: morning
So, my love
How doest thou wake
When the moon encounters the dawn
And love’s lust had been momentarily
Laid to rest?

 
     
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