Lust
Her stage is set
lighting casts a soothing glow
he flirts and fantasizes
his desires will soon be known
a game, a tease, each other pleads
playing as they please
until both bored you see
tossed aside with yesterday's ride
real hearts relegated to cry
waiting and withering within reality
lust just a fake faux pas
so seemingly innocent
requesting of peace for pause
herein lies love without feelings
an euphoric exhilaration
not explained to the weak
driven and determined
foraged but not forgiven
in a monolithic
multiple personality twist
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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