It fills my heart & body seeking the weakness of flesh's desire hungry for the silent pain of rapture It burns in my soul a flaming brand of passion's hatred a fiery ember wrought with the ghosts of despair It fills with gilded beauty & decay the dirges of Faith & Need the secret depths of Harmony It torments my very soul with hope's sweet agony, something near to love yet softer & more piercing than the cruel, wintry wind It washes over me with waves, waves of pleasure, of desire, of flawed perfection, writhing wild & delirious in the throes of appetite It begs for submission, for release, supplicating caresses like a hundred moth's wings always capturing me again, locked away in sublimity It cries for surrender for the gentle stillness of memory for the seething depths of carnal longing (c) copyrighted 1997
Reason for writing:
I wrote it for those of us trapped in lust's tormenting beauty & agonizing sweetness, in its cruel passions & its vehement need. It's kinda like love, only sharper & sometimes closer to our hearts, it fills our body with its desire & hunger. It is addicting as we try to pull away, luring us back with the promises of flesh's faith, so rapturous is lust.
A little melodramatic, I know ...
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