A Gentle Tale of Lust

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The obsidian sky breathes down my back
leaving every line, every contour adored.
Nothing compares to brush of sweet lips,
dreams of leather upon burning hot skin
as night gives way to wanton, dark desire.
Do you trust lust enough to give me love?


Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for ‘Quadrille #51′ @ Dverse Pub

And on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

24 thoughts on “A Gentle Tale of Lust

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:

    I don’t often use the word “exquisite” to describe art–it just always feels like too much. But, goodness gracious, this is exquisite! The way you let us see into the mind of the speaker, how we can feel her feelings, how in the end we are almost overwhelmed (in the best of ways) by her longing to know…

  2. Victoria Slotto says:

    Lust gets the fires going, but true love endures–and it is not easy. For me, the true love comes when I see an old couple walking hand-in-hand, or a spouse caring for another. True love means putting oneself aside for the other. But, that being said, lust is a good ignition.

  3. Leo says:

    Lust to love, or love to lust. It goes both ways at times. I think goes between the two often too. Interesting verse.

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