I lust for more than skin and flame
A breath, a glance, a whispered name. A taste of something sharp and true, A hunger wrapped in velvet blue.
A touch that hums beneath the bone
Then fades, and leaves me more alone. A dream I hide, a quiet ache, A box I fear I’ll one day break.
For ladies must not chase the fire
Temptation sings in soft attire. Yet lust still lingers, sweet and sly— A shadow I can't justify.
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Author:
Iris Lynn (
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- Published: September 30th, 2025 07:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Wow! A poem contrary to modern thought where passion is all that's sought. Very nicely written with good rhyme as well. A fave
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Very nice and wise write! Best wishes,
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