In The Throes Of Lust


  
Single malt, running smooth
Heating up the inside
Taste buds dance
To the flow of scotch
Running over moss

It paints a picture
Visions in his head
All the wants
That’s whispered
Past lips as said

He can break apart
The pulls from the heart
So it leads to conquer
But weakens to one and it comes
From the dark side of lust

A light will show his lines
They curve and swirl his flesh
That covers the bones that stand erect
A twitching nervous system
Electrified by thoughts exploding in his head

Every breath he takes
Fuels the urge to consume
The nectar of the gods
Drunk from flowing silver goblets
Laid out on golden platters

Minstrels play to soothe the heart
Plucking those same strings
Now strung on a ivory harp
Set between thighs of milky white
Her fingers, tingle, as they mingle

Curling them strums arousal
The senses rouse
As they endeavour to devour
The taste of her
Flower

Chambers warmed by glowing fire
Feather stuffed pillows thrown about
St Peters Cross
Front and centre
Walls of stone with hanging shackles

Scented candles burn
Of jasmine myrrh
Inhaled the herb
Packed in a bowl
Releasing urges

Naked in the light
She sees his beauty
Half exposed
But it’s the other In the dark
She is after

Kneeling at his feet
In taking that which is sweet
To her lips and tongue
Filling her mouth
With his staff of life

The beginning of a night
That will turn the world
From light to dark
Enveloped
In the throes of lust

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21 thoughts on “In The Throes Of Lust

  1. It started off with a warming embrace that led into full on hot to touch…lured, captivated and mesmerised.

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