Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Lust

The heart of Eros debilitates thy mind,
Her hungry voice eagerly dictating,
to the infamy of my soul, my heart,
in her bosom, constantly pounding.

A huge grin drowns harsh moans,
pushing her soul to an eternity of doom.
Desire to mortals is nothing
but the end of some rose in bloom.

Carnality often asks unjust kings
to fill the moonlight with a glorious toast;
Like hummingbirds in search of wild honey,
destiny is a woman's body untold.