At The Hands Of Lust Poem by Luna Moon
At The Hands Of Lust
Pressed up against my body,
Skin hot yet cool under yours.
Breath uncontrolled,
Lips tasting, and craving, and wanting me-
I'm mad.
I'm completely insane.
Push and pulled and swallowed by you,
It's the consmmation of me,
My death.
So this is how I will leave the world!
I never thought I'd die at the hands of lust...
To think my worst sin had been envy.
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