Lust for lust
For time
And little left trust
Dry eyes
Drop down and criticize
Break down a little broken slumber…
Slurs, she spat obscenities to the ground
The wretched skies burn
Nightmare crashing down
Penetrating the nightline
A lust for lust
For pain
Dysfunctionally robust
Tall tale scents
Pheromones and unpleasant thoughts
Lingering in my throat
Bitter and resentful
But soft and sweet
And oh so dreamy…
The mohawks and accents
Consuming and injecting into me
Liquid dripping off my dress
A lust
At last
Distrust
Horrible and forgotten
Immoral and satisfying
Cheap, dirty, tacky, and carefree
Picking her pieces off the ground
Picking up her filth and stuffing my pockets
Filing you into slot #6 in my mind
Do we regret or consume?
Elaborate crackling laughter
What’s in store?
What is on the other side of the door?
This lust for lust
Her breasts and thighs
Starship eyes
Consumed and entrapped
A desire for lust
A fantasy for trust
Lost,
At last.
One more memory past.
© 2006 bazil zerinsky (verablue)
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