You say to trust lust,
I say, I can never go that way,
it would have me chasing stardust,
wishing on a star, far far away,
If I allow myself,
what delicious dreams I could have,
wandering without a care,
naked in his head,
I could reel, in senses overload,
to feel his skin, hear his words,
feel his lips, drawing me in, what a sin,
To ride astride, a unicorn,
lit only by moonlight,
to hear him whisper my name,
such wicked delight,
To roll within, a passionate embrace,
face to face, like dragons locked in deathly grip,
never letting go, lest he slip away,
No, love is a hard taskmaster,
that is for sure, but lust alone,
is but a shadow, a half measure,
leading me to folly's door.
Oh yes, without love lust is rather hollow.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment Martin :)
ReplyDeleteyeah, it is...a temporary secession that only enhances the loneliness afterward...nice write.
ReplyDeletegreat description of lust, and it is empty while love is full of life. honest writing :)
ReplyDeletelol now why is it, dear abigail, much of this has such familiar ring to it. . .I ponder :) job well done, lady :)
ReplyDeleteMonty / bummy
Great one shot. Lust without love doesn't take you very far.
ReplyDeleteWandering naked in his head -- such an awesome thought. Something tells me, with a heart and brain like yours, you are. Wandering naked in his head, I mean. :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad I popped over from One Shot!
splendid write, awesome thoughts....
ReplyDeletelust is for the youth at heart, the transient and even the cowards, I learned that much
thanks for the reminder :)
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/14/in-remission/
Great One Shot.
ReplyDeleteApologies for late thanks.
ReplyDeleteThankyou all for such nice comments. Glad you all enjoyed my impromptu look at Lust.
Special thanks to Monty and my Muse :)
Abi