A Lustful Kiss Poem by Meshack Dasco

This sonnet never w's it created to woo a maid
But to let out the shame of lust and how it's paid.
How great and small fall under its spell nev'r to rise!
And as the urge to do and be done rise - so the price.
How could thy mouth swallows a tongue unknown?
May thy eyes be single to give light to thy own.
I pray not for thee to be lust-free
But to be chastised and thy body filled with light be.
Who art thou to think thou nev'r can't live aside lust?
The dagger of lust is sharper than the spear of Genghis khan.
Falling in lust is nev'r a fall in love rather a fall in hell.
For love has a line drawn to heaven devoid of a spell.