A Rush of Lust

Lust Is a foundational guest in the house of romance and brings its own breath, its own heat and its own flame of fire.

A Rush of Lust 🚬🍷

I was caught in an orgasmic rush of Lust
that burned my soul into ashened dust.
It gripped like a current plummeting within
as blood cells roasted in sizzling Sin.
Hot images flipped thru my mind like pages.
Nerve endings fired with synaptic rages.
Breath was shortened ‘til there was hardly none,
as I gasped for air in each Love stunned lung.

My veins expanded for blood in and out.
Nostrils flared for the oxygen drought.
My pores burst open to release the sweat
that would cool the body’s pulsing jets.
My temperature felt like a hundred and seven
where convulsions occur, enroute to Love heaven.
I was spellbound caught in this majestic rapture
that all men and women must yield to capture.

Being caught just once is all that’s needed
to prime this yearning with a need to feed it.
And such appetite Urge of sacred distinction
is Man fighting back from the edge of extinction
on an arc of passion burning far and wide
that bends towards peace when its fire subsides
to wait in the high grass for that pelvic thrust
from the pounce of the panther in a rush of Lust.
Whew!

Namyh

Reviews

[Leal Oni Ade]

Absolutely loved it! A very clever poem!

[Namyh]

Leal Oni Ade - Makes this poet puffed out proud that you absolutely loved this with a little accidental 'clever' thrown in. Hope it put a 'Rush' in your day as your words have put one in mine. Namyh

[ApDunamis]

The title alone but I absolutely love your use of words and flow. Im a fan.
I was spellbound caught in this majestic rapture
that all men and women must yield to capture.
yes yes yes

[Namyh]

ApDunamis - Love and Lust are the two foundational guests in the house of romance. When they knock, Lust rushes in and brings its own breath, its own heat and its own flame of fire. Love rushes in after and brings its own detonation. And there we are in a house ablaze where we’d rather stay and burn up than leave with the firemen. This poem is for those who stay. Whoa! LOL. Thanks for loving this Ap. Namyh

[ApDunamis]

trust too is in the house

[Namyh]

ApD - You're right. Trust is the glue. Namyh