LustA Poem by Marie Baskervilleseven deadly sins installmentLike
fire she smoulders, consuming
her victims one by one. She
creeps through the darkness, letting
the shadows conceal her. Passion
overtakes her as she draws nearer. Driven
by her self destructive desire for pleasure. Her
inordinate cravings for pleasure of the mind, body and soul. Sex,
power, image. Simply
tools used in order to quench the thirst she feels, to take
the edge off the hunger threatening to overtake her. The curve of her spine, defined in the moonlight, as she stalks her prey. Oblivious, he succumbs to her suggestive charms. She bats her eyelids, as he smiles down at her. Slowly they become united, merging into one another. They are one being for an evening, and then she moves on. He may think there is a future, that there may be love. She, however, knows there is only lust. © 2012 Marie Baskerville |
AuthorMarie BaskervilleLincoln, Lincolnshire, United KingdomAboutI'm currently at university studying english... Im mainly a writer poetry but i do write some short stories and am working on a novel.... I try to use some unusual themes in my work and keep them as.. more..Writing
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