Lust And Me

Thu, 11/12/2015 - 22:04 -- Adynna

This low fire 

Constantly burning

It's lust always lust

 

It grows hotter 

Stronger in her presence

And hers too 

 

I'm weak

To a well thought out retort

To a naughty one liner

 

I'm weak

Captivated by curves

Subdued by sweet smells and sultry voices

 

 

             I play the prince 

             I jest my power

             but test my resolve

              and you'll quickly see

              I am the obdient servent

              The willing pet

 

I am my past

In a way I never envisioned

A slave to my weakness

Gladly imprisoned  

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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