"Lust"

I lie awake, intoxicated by its venom,

As it flows through my veins to cripple my adolescent innocence.

I can feel my blood moving steadfastly,

Like a convicted river destined to marry the Atlantic

Alas, the hairs on my skin now stand, restless;

Exposing my skin to the stubborn wind chills that precede Summer.

Here I am, struggling to breathe,

For my lungs keep propelling gusts of sexual pleasure.

And my heart echoes this storm as it pounds to the sounds of my wailing orgasm−

The first born child of my weakened senses.

Now my mind bears the stains of your infinite presence,

Causing my thoughts to weave nothing but Lust.

Never, have I felt this true……