Lust Lords

I feel your body
Naked skin against mine
Your heated touch
Engulfing my sense of security
I slip into the lustre of your eagerness
To clutch the virginity of my loyalty

Your lips press against mine
Your tongue flicking obstacles of passion
That marks the entrance to my soul’s slumber
An unspoken stop …
A startled yes
Delighting in the feel of your possession
Yet cringing from the sanity
That is our reality 

For we are despaired lovers –
Victims of our guilt
Yet warriors of our lust
Worshipping in the few hours of ardour
That personifies our intensity
Strangers in our unity
And lovers in our isolation.

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