Dust of Lust

Lust is eruptive and Volcanic. Beware, Eros the God of Passion and lust is eyeing at you.

The river mild

With Supple ripples

Awaits our unison

Sun rays shimmer

Inhibitions, I shed

Stand tall

Embraced by the breeze

The muted cool breeze

turns wild, churns up

the wild desires

At the horizon

I see a rainbow

 and 'Eros' with a bow

Gushing in me

a twirl of emotions

evoking the mild ripples

with

Volcanic eruptions.

Now, I soak

 in the lava

Of the darkest desire

and lust

  to be immersed

In the dust of lust forever.

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