Lust
On
Fingertips
Is Better
Than
Love
From
Lying Lips
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
by definition,
lust is
extreme ****** desire for someone
by nature,
lust is
uncontrollable...
I'm attracted to my thirty-seven year old male teacher
and my eighteen year old male coworker
and the quirky girl who sits behind me in history,
what?
by religion,
lust is
a sin, punishable by Hell,
whatever that is.
lust is unavoidable,
but socially unacceptable to act upon.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
just change me
just turn me
into a dust
worthless and useless
***** and all filthy
i'll be the dust
in your veins
so i can stay forever
inside your body
without feeling the pain
of missing you so much
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
I don't believe in love at first sight,
I believe in lust a first sight.
You cant see my soul in a passing glance.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
let me near enough
to touch you
i don't mind
getting cut
on your edges
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
Why, when I know
she doesn't notice me, like me back,
or even realizes I'm a living, breathing being?
Why, when I just end up hurt
as the sun touches lips
with the moon and stars?
Why must I allow little butterflies,
pink purple green yellow red black blue gray,
to flutter inside your stomach?
As if my breakfast this morning
was trying to tell me
something.
I can't control myself,
I can't control my emotion:
Love, Hate, Jealousy.
They spill out of my heart, pour into my mind,
changing the way
I think, live life,
act and behave,
my personality;
A broken version of who I am,
who I really am.
Or was.
So yes, I have
a crush.
Because there's something with it,
something that is so...
a d d i c t i n g.
The pain I'm anticipating,
Being hurt as constantly as the moon
changes its face.
A constant flare of excitement,
being able to look at her face again and
Hope.
Hope to be able to get that face time with her.
Even if her time is mine no more,
(it never was)
as others are her time now.
But I want to be happy (at least appear that way)
in front of her so she too
can flash her pearly whites
as her eyes wrinkle from a wide grin,
sometimes a tear rolling down her
soft smooth cheeks
from too much laughing.
All these presents wrapped nice and tight
in one gigantic wrapping
of Disappointment.
And rightfully so,
now that the happy holidays are upon us.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
Forbidden always attract the curious mind
It's like playing with fire
Once started, it can't be stopped
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
I can't help but be curious of him
Of wanting to know more of him
Wanting to explore the depths of him
Wanting to know how he does what he does
The mere thought of wanting to know isn't enough to satisfy me
I want more than my thoughts and imagination conjuring up ideas
I want to feel, I want to do
Very curious indeed am I
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC