Lust,
that sin of sins
caresses those deep recesses
of our brutish, animal minds
setting afire to that burning desire
to allow our bare flesh
dominion over our sensible self.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments2
Alliteration and poetic words of human insight make this poem a fave
I agree that this duality, the ambivalence of the human being is a source of frustration and an unfinished battle. A well-written poem.
Thank you!
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