LusT....

the dance is as pleasurable as the want
like serpents entwined in the dust.
layers of profanity rendered useless.
falling deep in the dungeons of rust.
it trickles till the curve of my spine
the sweat that dresses this moment.
the nape of his neck smells like musk
with beads of a sinful thirst.
the lips forgot all words
talking the acts of the must.
the contours are touched and forgotten
like abandoned causes of disgust.

it rains a different rain
as angels fall from the cusp
dance with me this dance you yearn
like a forgotten dance of our lust.

its good to see the "love" combust
and become profound like it used to be.
fall like the leaves fall
to land uncertain in distrust
dance how your instincts have guided
dance free...
dance the lust.