Lust
This poem is dedicated to those battling lust and for those searching for love.
Lust is like a whisper in the night
You feel it, but there’s no sound
Sometimes, it gives one a fright
But darling, just ignore your heart that pounds
“Be still my princess.”
He gently whispers into my ear
Never have I ever been in such distress
He kisses me, but his lips just smear
Not many people know of his doings
His voice as wretched as Satan himself
Is there no ending to this madness?
Someone please just help.
That horrid sound of happiness
People talking about love
Do they not realize my distress?
They say we fit just like a glove
For the love of God,
Just stop treating me like an abomination.
I can even hear his dogs,
As he does his examinations.
Who knew, lust was my own worst enemy?
Is love just for those who still dream?
I only ask for one thing,
Please fight for me?
About the Creator
Cassidy Smith
Freelance writer and poet <3
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