Lust

Slithers through the heart strung veins,

Claiming every mortal fiber.

Alight in its wicked reins,

Its urge turning us to fire.

Fingers dance on naked flesh.

Bodies writhe, thrust, and plead.

Digging deep, its calls distressed.

Give in and fulfill its burning need.

Fall into the blissful state,

Desire brings it bound prey.

Grind, arch into your mate.

Find ecstacy in the risque.

Lust, I’m told, it is a sin,

And only the selfish win.