The Second Circle

The Lust Driven

I curse all ye little sinners

Your petty lust

and twisted dreams

 you hid e under the pillow of prayer

and false supplication. You pet

your dog and kiss your wife but

in your secret life  you pant and salivate

into that black hole of dark desire.

Who do you think to deceive with your

show of piety and good intentions.

You are not your own judge:

It’s your soul who decides

 

Down you go into your hellish pit

Let the winds blow you away

like a feather, and when you fall

to the ground; let your weight be that

of lead

 

 

Author's Note

letter poetry- Lust is such a delicious thing.

Reviews

[deeps]

You are not your own judge:
It's your soul who decides

Isn't this the freaking truth.

Since when do we judge ouselves
we should walk in a upright manner in faith
but we choose to make our own life a living hell
no one planted it in us, it just resides in us.
We may have the devil to pay
when we decide to play.

Wonderful write here.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Nother great piece but in line four: the 'e' fell off hide.
Felt this!

FF