Lust Poem by Justin Reamer

Lust



Oh, how you look at her,
You know you want her,
Don't you?
Yes, you do,
For she's the girl of your dreams.

I am one of the Seven Deadly Sins,
One of the dark sides of human nature,
One of the natural human instincts,
One of the daemons from the Pit;
I will tell you that
I am a great feeling to have,
And you know it, too.

I have infected the life
Of every teenage boy,
Making him want whatever girl
He desires,
Including the most popular girl
In the school.

Middle schoolers are so easy,
For they are so stupid,
They always fall for me,
And they do horrible things
That are a taboo in this poem.

I can also affect high schoolers,
But they are more mature,
So they become shameful
When they deal with me.

However, I may have affected
You, too, for all you know.
You really wanted that girl badly,
So you started stalking her,
And started creeping on her.

Eventually, you got to her,
And you did horrible things to her,
And I need not mention the things you did,
But you feel ashamed of what you did.

You eventually compensated for my infection,
And then you fell in love,
And yet you were infected with me again.
Except this time,
The woman loved you back.

You dated this woman,
And you eventually married her,
And then you eventually
Got what you wanted,
That desire,
Which you love so dearly.

You had the greatest wife ever,
But then you aged,
And then you found another woman,
And your life was tainted with me again,
And you went after the girl,
And you committed adultery,
Cheating on your own wife.

It is because of me that you are so miserable,
For you lost your wife,
And your children,
Whom you abused
Because of my brother Wrath,
So you know that you lost your family
Because of me.

Whenever you get me,
You always go for the first
Woman you see,
The one you think is perfect for you,
And you get what you want,
But you can never get love,
So you are miserable,
Living an unhappy life,
Much like Ernest Hemingway did.

Now, all of you
Who were not infected by me,
You are probably safe for now,
But be careful,
For either my brothers or I
Will infect you,
And we will taint your lives,
And eventually kill you.
There is a reason why they call us deadly,
And I am pretty sure you know.
So be careful,
For we may just get to you first.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Lust is the product of Love. Try reading my love poems and comment as well. Thank u.

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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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