Lust

Lust

A Poem by Shadow
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Just a thought

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She comes at me in a pair of designer jeans with a sway in the hips that makes my heart scream
Bright eyes,sweet scent,a casual glance all things that make my inner demons beg for a smile to cross those lips.
It brings my innermost predator out to think of my name being what she screams what she shouts.
She comes at me with a most unassuming attitude,pressing her body against mine,my mind says hug her back or it would be rude.Close to this person I didn't ask to be,but now I'm like a caged bird who no longer yearns to be free.
In Fact I yearn to be closer to go a day without smelling the sweet ambrosia that is her aroma is madness.
Her smile ignites my senses her laughter fills my ears and goes thru me like a bolt of electricity.
This most heavenly angel has my full attention whenever she passes making time seem to slow like a stream of molasses.
Her brown complexion gives me the most wonderful sensations
The thought of caressing her curves is more torture than any man deserves,but this torture is of my own creation
I know now that she owns me inside and out.
Having finally had that which I've had to go without,I cannot go back to the way things were......
I must let my hearts desire be known.......
I can only hope her heart returns the effection of mine own

© 2015 Shadow


Author's Note

Shadow
Ignore Grammar

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When does lust lose his name and become more...
I loved the cinematic
embrace of this piece with it's perfect imagery.
Kudos!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I like the rhythm patterns and how they switch up and I can relate to this very easily having felt it before. Great topic, who doesn't like lust, but the subject feels more than lust from my understanding. He wants her, but he feels more and is afraid of it not being returned. Very interesting read!

Posted 16 Years Ago


I know now that she owns me inside and out....crazy what the "she" can do to you, very well down in speaking your emotions...Clap Clap

Posted 16 Years Ago


Not sure why I haven't read this before but I love it. That sense of being captured by someone and it wasn't even of their own doing. People...no, women are captivating like that. Their sheer essence... wow. Kudos on this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I agree, great inner rhythm, a swinging looping pace. strong imagery too and crisp thought,

: It brings my innermost predator out to think of my name being what she screams what she shouts.

so sweet. So hard.

but dude, type a space between the last letter and the comma, puuhlease. ;)
I tried to ignore it, I did! but I used to do that very same thing and it just kills me now {because thats how life works) and because it's actually a great tool to use intentionally if you want to mash words or make a section seem agressive or read urgently.
Heck, I'm all down for fucked up grammar if it helps the read rather than stalls it.
Your thought/wordsage is good, I say aid the flo in any way you can.



Posted 17 Years Ago


I really like this.
I hope you finish it.

Posted 17 Years Ago


Very real and has a great inner rhythm that rings out through your word choice. A nice flow and something I can relate to.

Posted 17 Years Ago


I like what you have done with this so far.
great work

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on February 20, 2008
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Shadow

Nashville, TN



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