Lust - Poem by Gianni Pansensoy
Lies the wicked
Love that veiled
Lust, thought nauseated
with the phlegm of sex,
within its ecstatic index,
withering libido on its apex.
Molten vagina squirts
Mundane collagen, sprays
morbid wet gelatin, suffocates
Everyone's sanity so fast,
Everyone's orgasm that won't last,
Everyone's love is buried by lust.
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