Tuesday, November 26, 2013

New Poetry: Lust


Much like fire
It burns everything in its path
It consumes 
Your beating heart
Your weak mind
Stopping at nothing
Until the object of its infatuation
Digs its claws into its prey
Once the prey is caught
Lust becomes content
Until it seems something else
It must have

© Jennifer Dante 2013

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