Apply the fetish with intent
or submit with bent desire
both are sides of the coin
paid to stoke the thankful loins
the once forbidden steps aside
to the path of craving's want
asking only that all involved
play their part in the charade
predilection is the term
for what's desired in the heart
a slight taunt of the world
to satisfy the steady burn
stoking fires by give and take
shunting shame in their wake
none shall regret the aftermath
when the culprits are ourselves
a shot follows the trigger pulled
two may play in this duel
maybe more if there's a crowd
prompting hoots for much more
faint utility left behind
whispers of what was meant
and all that's left is lust's desire
that adherents won't deny.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190310.
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