Lust

And again....

Lust.

Hunger.
Agonizing, terrible, exquisite.
I hunger for the sight of her.
I starve for want of
Touching her,
Tasting her,
Having her.
When shall I be sated?
Never.
Always, I shall hunger for her.
I shall eat my fill of her,
My eyes devouring the sight of her,
My hands will touch her, endless,
Greedy for her, My tongue will savour the sweetness of
Her lips, her mouth, and body.
I hunger.


She is mine.
Her heart, soul and
Body.
Mine, not yours.

Her love, affections, favours.
Mine.
Not yours.


I’ll break you for wanting her.
Wanting what will never be yours.
You cannot have her.
She is mine.

Who needs blades,
When you have fists
To break jaws with,
Hands to choke life with,
Lips, to kiss with,
Heart, to love her with.

Mine.