Lust

Monet’s Parasol Beauty

 

She was a woman built in technicolor:

a vibrant Monet's parasol beauty in a miniskirt with

indecencies etched into her eyelids

and the promise of
galaxies mapped out on her lips.

 

 

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Salt and Seashells

 

Sea salt made a fine layer of dust on your skin

when the cresting waves alternatingly

pushedand pulled your body

with the readiness of a lover. I stood

on the shore, toes gently lapped

by the aftermath to

the small violences you refused to shy away from

and daydreamed about your voice against my skin.

I called out to you, then,

and culled the seashells from my fist to select

the one best suited for your hand.

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Summer

She lingered over her martini, an olive

floating gracefully in the gin,

vermouth and humor sitting dry on her tongue.

The summer evening slowly inched itself across the tablecloth

until the light from the candle at the center

hindered its crusade to bring on the dark.

I ran my hand over the flame, letting it lick the dent of my palm,

inching it further down until

the quick pain reminded me of that first pinprick of love

the night we met. Do you remember

the earthy smell of the apples slowly rotting under the leaves?

The world altering itself beneath our feet?

There was a sense of urgency back then, a need

for hastened fingertips and my lips to always be pressed to yours, 

skin rubbed in raw emotion until it burned like kindling 

in the night. Your eyes were golden

under the lanterns, your hands pale birds

swooping over your plate.

In that moment my skin burned for the ocean

of your curls across my hips,

the charm on your necklace to brush against my thigh,

the warmth of summer waves to pulse beneath my skin. 

 

Black Hole

Our first encounter was a destruction event:

My heart broke

My self control imploded

My senses collapsed

The peace I'd found reached the end of its life cycle

All that remained was lust.

 

She taught a master class in astrophysics

I never knew black holes could actually exist

Once I became lust I wandered into her ergosphere

And fell into her event horizon

I've been lost ever since.

 

 

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SIN

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

I see her, Deceiver, a believer in Fear~

She's lonely, and owned see, a product of tempt only

Below me, faith sown deep, testing me, it grows 'neath

Untestable, blessed inall, instincts are unquestionable

 

Does God want me to guide her?

Or the satisfaction I provide her?

Lucifer wants me to be the divder

Rule, control, conquer and ride her

No...

 

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

Confident, Competent, perfect body concomitant

redeemer, I'd be her, naive demeanor

So Begiled, it's wild, her faith reconciled

Saviour! but I'd savour the Sinful Behaviour

 

In scarlet, a harlot, yet an innocent mess

Lost and confused in God's given test

Me, She anticipates, Looking her very best

Lust is the feeling she's willing to confess

 

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

I will admit

I'd try it

My blessings

won't hide it

My children

confided

I'm too blessed

So I've decided...

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

She's living in fear!

SIN!

Devil's trying to steer!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

I see her, Deceiver, a believer in Fear~

She's lonely, and owned see, a product of tempt only

Below me, faith sown deep, testing me, it grows 'neath

Untestable, blessed inall, instincts are unquestionable

Confident, Competent, perfect body concomitant

redeemer, I'd be her, naive demeanor

So Begiled, it's wild, her faith reconciled

Saviour! but I'd savour the Sinful Behaviour

In scarlet, a harlot, yet an innocent mess

Lost and confused in God's given test

Me, She anticipates, Looking her very best

Lust is the feeling she's willing to confess

Does God want me to guide her?

Or the satisfaction I provide her?

Lucifer wants me to be the divder

Rule, control, conquer and ride her

I will admit

I'd try it

My blessings

won't hide it

My children

confided

I'm too blessed

So I've decided...

No...

 

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A song from the point of view of a God-fearing man when presented with the temptation of adultery, when the "harlot" is just as God-fearing and confused as he.

 

Appreciation of your Blessings and what you have already is the simpliest answer to the most complex feelings and questions.

 

02 October 2019 18:53 Collette WHITE

The Elephant in My Cell

You came at a bad time.

A terribly, terribly bad time.

You showed up the moment I couldn’t stand to touch you.

I was afraid you were never going to come.

I should have been glad you came, but why am I not relieved?

Is it that crippling fear that the moment I touch you, you fade away like a ghost?

Is it that you might be a whistleblower looking for an insecurity to use against me later?

Or is it that you are trying to distract me from tending to my garden before it dies of thirst?

 

I want to shout, “Why didn’t you come sooner?!”

I want to shout, “Where were you when I needed you most?!”

I want to yell at the top of my lungs, “Would it kill you to tell me what’s driving you away from me?!!”

But I am too nice. Too kind and gentle to scream and point to the elephant in the room.

The very elephant that a sorcerer pulled out of his hat and crippled both of my limbs.

 

I never wanted to call for help because it reinforces the notion that I should still be in high school.

I’ve crawled around all year avoiding the other teenage drama queens that worship dragons.

Seems like they forgot that dragons like to steal our fortunes and our hearts. Before they eat them.

 

Spending time with my open-minded little brother has planted a seed of doubt in my head.

A seed that gets me thinking that all love does to me is waste my time experimenting with false hope.

 

My imaginary nights with a fallen angel goes along the lines of;

“Yes, yes, honey, shower me with hugs and kisses. Oh, my love, how I yearn for you.

Pleasure me with your lust until the water in your veins runs out and you become a raisin.

Only then, will I toss you in the sun and wonder why the hell I’ve never gotten lucky.”

When will the water cycle end for the both of us?

What compels Venus to bewitch me to make bad choices?

Why else do you think independent seekers with degrees in hand avoid commitment?

Our grandparents and parents are more patient than our generation is now

Because compared to us, they tended to their gardens and their raisins.

You did a bang-up job tending to me by showering me with promises you can’t keep,

With complex wisdom about human nature, stories of your struggle to get your education over with,

And the snuggles and touches that I wished were real more than the chains I dream of shattering.

 

You’ve made this game look so easy, you know?

All that had impressed me about you lately is how you’ve lured me into your arms,

Only to neglect me without warning when the sun was at its hottest.

Part of me does not wish to see you go because I tolerate the pain that your absence has left behind.

You scarcely have time on your hands, but would you care to join me for a cup of jasmine tea?

It won’t take long. What I want to know next is what else is new that you have yet to tell me?

Kryptonite

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You can be my kryptonite

You can bring my downfall

Bring me to my knees

Pull the energy out of me

You can be the fire

That finally consumes me

Weakness or ecstasy

You could be my kryptonite

 

 

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Black Robed Maiden

A black robed maiden, born in a sacred world
With dreams and aspirations that swell’s her femininity
She intrudes in my innocence, my future is in her hands
It is possessed by violence and lust
My idiocy has lead me to this, it’s all upon me
In this darkened night, I fluster at the words of this minx
Her impudent flirtation is terror against my ears, the haunting whispers of a succubus
The pain and desire you give to me
You demand my flesh, so I’m your whore, you want my blood, I’m now your whore
Emasculate me, this is heresy, my humanity is now her slave
I can see heinous behavior in her eyes
All the victims she violated, fractured, that’s so precise
I can feel her icy heart beat through her breast
Ball-gagged, chained, chained, and whipped my soul is damned
Scratched and burned paralyzed with torment
She licks my wounds with bloody kisses
Her sadistic reign eternally through my nightmares, will I ever sleep again
A chilling defilement makes her scream more and more
She-beast what emotions are and not felt
You demand my flesh, so I’m your whore, you want my flesh, I’m now your whore
Her nature is something I can’t comprehend, an act that I will succumb too, pressure in her being soon to be released
This is incarceration
I’m trapped by her savagery, I’m now helpless
This ancient mythology shatters everything
She knows no shame, I can’t escape
She wants to feel me so she can take me
She only wants what she can control, forever branded because I’m hers
Her source of energy, her source of deserving
Crush me, chaotic lividity
She wants to have me, violate me, in this stranglehold she is queen
I’ve barely eaten for days, dehydrated my strength is drained
All I hear is her cries of joy
I’m in disbelief, this is shocking, I cannot plead
Pulled an lashed by my hair and body
I will never be spared, a malevolent witch unleashing physical torment
It’s too much to bear, this is her brutal show with no grief till the end of time
You demand my flesh, I’m now your whore, you want my blood, I’m now your whore
Through your lust you’ve created a man who is now in love
You will never leave
My primal urges have intrigued you now
You are cunning seething in beauty
You have conquered me, I live to serve

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BARD'S SHARDS

It’s official!

 

I’ve transitioned

from getting old

to being old.

 

I was at

a bachelor party 

watching a stag film.

 

Everyone was hootin’

& hollerin’

over the action on the screen.

 

I was sitting there,

incredulous look (I suspect)

on my face

thinking, “Damn!

That position can’t be comfortable."

 

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