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Best Poems About / On LUST
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mark Slaughter
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Bottom Man
A juicy peach, a pair of thighs,
Packed inside her taughtened jeans:
A crafted view to whet the roving eye.
He chases down the wiggle, though she
Knows it in her giggle, so she
Gives a sense of unawares a try.
He must his hand arrest or might he
Plausibly molest or slap
The symmetry that is her perky bulge?
But is she flaunting in a quest
To show her bum's the very best?
His dream's alive! but that he won't divulge!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mark Slaughter
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Lust...
Lust destroyed my love
Lust pushed away my one
Lust made me weak
Lust took the one love
Lust killed my happiness
Lust is a sin I committed
Lust, I shouldn't had done
Lust got my suffocating
Lust made light turn into darkness
Lust made me miss my wife
Lust, my innocent girl is hurt
Lust I hurt myself too
Lust I miss my family I built
Lust, you were my biggest mistake....
Joy O'Pateng
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Curse of Lust
Oh Lust! Youre burning holes in our affair
We lost our brazen face without a care
Flaunting all in front of those who scowled,
Laughing at the doleful eer we howled!
Ironically, our sneering turned inside
To out the damage; tear apart our pride.
We saw! we'd fallen for the devil's dust!
Lets in our shame the blade to take and thrust!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mark Slaughter
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