Lady Lust

Okay, so this is was my entry for a 7 Deadly Sins poetry competition.

Splendid follies plague the mind

In fickle fever’s willing bind,

In memories that once we knew,

O Fantasy! Were that but true!

 

Would that my flesh, which prickles, stirring,

Still itself from ceaseless yearning,

Yearning, though my heart beats cold;

O Fantasy! Were I so bold!

 

Within this incense burning hazy

Room, I feel things going crazy,

Ah! The lights are blinding fire;

Blazing now with base desire.

 

Fantasy, your cry it bellows,

Rising now from out the shadows,

Rising like this heat within;

An in, and in, to offer sin.

 

That single surreptitious finger,

Bending, beckoning me nearer,

Follow I, in seeming trust;

Drawn on the lure of Lady Lust .

 

Fantasy, you own me fully,

Body dreams, they rock unruly

Tremors to the inner core;

O Fantasy! Withhold no more!

Within my eyes, such swooning visions,

Pleasure cries and paroxysms,

Cries that I am urged to make

When Lady Lust, my body take.

Then all too soon, her presence withers,

Left alone, my body shivers,

Freezing till it next should burn

When Lady Lust makes her return.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Lust is truly a powerful feeling. There are way too many emotions happening all at once, that oftentimes, it becomes difficult to comprehend your surroundings. As always, very nicely written. I find that the structure suited the chaos of lust, and I'm glad I read this. Thank you for penning.

[wolfshrew]

beautifully written