Bare all.

A poem about lust.

A light tremble between the legs,

The feeling of becoming more moist from your mere presence.

Animalistic.

It's what we're here for.

Ugly thoughts rushing through my mind,

A burning passion sourced at the private area of my existence.

Dirty.

But so right, it can't be wrong.

Losing all sense of control,

Going from "What weirdo swears during sex?" to wanting to be fucked.

Crude.

Nobody has to know.

Peeling off clothes in a rush of adrenaline,

Becoming animals in all sense of the word, who cares about the situation?

Non-consequencial.

Just pure and unimaginable sex.

Being the only people that matter in the world, 

No one can satisfy more than the person who has just stripped you emotionally bare.

Raw.

It can only be one thing.

Lust.

Author's Note

I wrote this primarily for a contest and got really into it. Enjoy.