Out of Reach

Another deadly emotion. Lust.

She loves me,

in some twisted,

state of mind,

her perfect lips,

are so revolting,

no sleeping, 

no eating,

just a hunger,

only she can fill.

Repent these thoughts,

no men known,

acts like this,

sure most have bliss,

but your sacrifice will not be missed.

No, it's possible,

we want,

for selfishness,

we feed the bloated,

for they no longer need,

something I starve for,

something I never can have.

I'm soulless for such desires,

a reason unknown to me,

a disgusting touch may it be,

take pity,

woe, is me.

She is out of reach.

Reviews

[Flowrite]

Don’t know if this was what you were going for, but I found this to be cute and sweet. I like the journey and at the end you you ask for forgiveness for the love and lust. It was darling.