She smiled lusciously,
barren lips breaking into a wet trance.
Unspoken erotica, pouring turmoil on my psyche.
Touching an abyss never explored.
Wandering through forbidden fields of lust.
And when I think of her, the lust is what I recall.
Lashing waves against this evening shore.
Again and again, till the pain turned to pleasure.
The pain I never sought, nor coveted.
All this forsaken soul longed for,
was a drop of your warm touch.
From the moral chains of the hazy clouds
And pour forth your lust
Onto this cauldron of human needs.
Fill it to the brim, till I no longer know
The ungodly difference
between pleasure and rain.