She just stood there and stared
She was motionless
Like a rock resting beneath the sea
She uttered nothing
Not even the slightest sound
Her eyes were blank
Her lips were pale
Her face, dead.
She didn't know what to do
I didn't know what to do

Lust is like a rabid dog waiting for his next meal
Once it finds its prey
It would viscously release itself on top
And violate every rule of sanctity
Dismembering each limb down to ***** little crumbs
Until what remains are pieces of delicate flesh and bone
Destined to rot below the surface of the earth
The rabid dog is momentarily satisfied
Because its thirst is quenched
But the hunger always remain

No amount of words can describe my love for you.
No noun, no verb, no adjective.
No dictionary can fill what I feel for you.
No book has said it.
No law has written it.
I could go far as the universe would let me,
And I would still be lost for words.
Even if I dare ask the gods, what can they say?
Nothing.
Words, unwritten.
Unspoken.
Unknown.
Nothing can compare.