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.

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When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

The sun bores the light and the moon bores the dark
Some awaken at dawn, at night do others make their mark
The pure course their routine as the bee feeds off of the flower
The unnatural rise against nature's tradition with terrifying power
Abominations are born to destroy the balance as they are cursed
Coming together by wolf and man are a result among the worst


The human is a dweller of the light, and a sleeper of the nocturne
Full shining sun does it protect the human from the appalling turn
The full moon is the only eclipse to this haven of temporary peace
For the lunar cycle assigns the human to monster upon release
To stay in the light maintains the course of all normality to tell
For the one when light descends to shadow does Heaven turn to Hell
The growth of searing teeth, claws, and fur are terrors before the howl
Signalling no mere wolf but a humanoid beast to begin its nightly prowl


Pain induced by the exchange from man to beast is a tremendous flood
Upon the finish is granted a hungry taste for all things pure blood
The sleeper becomes the hunter of the night and the slasher of many
Tall does it stand with a gaze of death drawn to the prey plus twenty
A roar is the threat to scatter a lion pack and a predicate to destroy
Once in sight, escape is impossible for all are the werewolf's toy

And this
Is how I
Worship
The moon

The leaves
Make death
Look beautiful

now I realize why I smoke my cigarettes
because they taste like your mouth.
the nicotine courses through my veins
reminding me of your electric touch
making my body go numb
and my mind buzz.
these thoughts I can no longer ignore while inhaling the devil smoke into my charcoal lungs.
wishing I could forget how to inhale
because it only reminds me that
every breath is closer
to my last.