TOSSING MADNESS The long tossing madness of her hair Hazel brown piercing eyes of innocence Look out into the stale air She wonders in a daze Pale blue jeans cover tightly I wonder in a craze God! Oh God! How on earth was she made. Lust the sweet sweater Clinging to her warm soft breasts Losing control to watch Feverish passion burns high My eyes peel layer after layer Unveiling her in a final stare At last! Beautiful and bare she waits While I contemplate Our fate in this dream world.LUST GLOATED OVERNo doubt was there!
Love suffered grievously
from lust�s sharpened claws:
A laughing scratch torn
apart to a deepening wound
Aching to be patched,
punctured innocence oozed out
Seeping into soil
as poisonous venom roared in.Love lay still,
Unable as a cripple to move
as lust gloated over
Before the final ferocious
bite would break forever hearts
Already cracked and I knew
then of shedded tears
Turned to gushing blood,
eyes to flesh
Minds to instinct and stones to gods
all so willingly.
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