Lust…

Lust

I lust you,

I lust for you,

Your tasty lips,

Your eyes when you’re turned on,

Your breath on my neck

Your touch on my skin,

Your voice when you whisper “I want you…”

 

Your soft skin, melting in my hands

Embraced in the lustful fires

of our sensual desires.

Your moans, escaping your mouth,

caressing my ears

as our bodies rock to the rhythm

of lust.

 

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via Daily Prompt: Dash
Dash

Rush and dash,

Huff and puff,

Don’t be late,

or you will regret

so many deadlines,

constantly running out of time,

Selling your soul,

Just to be rich

Chasing after a goal

that is always beyond reach.

So dash to your demise

The inevitable conclusion.

Rhythmic

Rhythmic

Rhythmic
via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

Tonight like every other sleepless night, the trills of the crickets are rhythmic. A simple melody of solo and response, and for the most part not a trill out of rhythm. It’s never the same rhythm every night but still a seemingly lacklustre lullaby for the indifferent insomniac….