There was a daily prompt that presented the word: Lust. |
Inhaling the fumes, Till their lungs collapse, They didn’t assume, That I’d have the last laugh! She is a beauty, In her own right, Comparable to none, She can’t escape my sight, Waiting too long, Has always been my way, Longing to touch her; Today is the day. She’s wearing red and trying to seduce, I finally have her, Now she can let loose, The strands of black, tumble behind, Her perfectly shaped head, I caress and Pine; For her, that’s a fact, but it’s not enough! For her sister in arms, Do I also Lust! I’ve held her once, I’ve kissed her hand, There’s more to love, in her compact can She gives me strength and takes away my fears, She gives me joy; Everyone else, Tears. My forbidden love, do I toss in the air, Each guests’ eyes marvel when she falls down there, Her twirl, her scent; all will consume, Walking in with her sister; as she quiets the room, It’s time for Tiny Nimble Tina, to play her part, Her music comes crashing and stopping hearts, I am the Joker if you couldn’t see, My lust for Tear Gas and TNT! Inhaling the fumes, Till their lungs collapse, They didn’t assume, That I’d have the last laugh! |