Primal and moaning low,
she is your salacious vortex,
the ever-whirling urgency around your core,
the yearning soul crux
in your ripe self-womb
Screaming your name,
she is lust.

Feral and ravenous,
she is the thrumming flux of oceanic heat
flooding your cells,
inciting your wet appetites
with her probing greedy tongues.
She is lust.

Ancient and powerful,
she infiltrates your mind,
diverting its purpose to her own.
The exquisite agony of her insistence
rips through all your awareness
and erupts your body-
you open your jaws and howl her name,
becoming her beast.
She is lust