It's pitch black in this world,
Ruled by the desire and burning fire of the senses.
Lust is craving
Lust is desiring a late night lover
Lust is the heat of soaking covers
Lust is music
Sounding moans of ecstasy
Lust is moaning and begging
For the moon never to go under
Lust is desiring your gaze
Lust is.... tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how sensual it is, it really allows you to immerse yourself in something that isn't right. Captured the feeling very well.