The fittest of the animal pride,
roams lurking to be satisfied.
Unmoved by pastures green ‘fragranced sweet',
it seeks a more alluring meat.
Its stomach burns for what it craves,
the savory taste of the unsaved.
Fixated eyes on wider paths,
yet finds a more familiar place,
and so, in closer pastures rest,
seduced by the scent of another's breast.
Inspired by God
scribed by Joann A. Hill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Hill. Very deep. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks