"luxuria" poems
Luxuria (Lust)
Asmodeus demon of lust
carnal manipulator
****** captor
Castitas (Chastity)
Embracing virtue
honorable wholesomeness
not through one’s weakness
Gula (Gluttony)
The egocentricity
with which the Lord of the flies
upon us relies
Temperantia (Temperance)
practicing restraint
prudence to judge with regard
remaining on guard
Avaritia (Greed)
The Mammon demon
controlling the warmonger
with vows of power.
Caritas (Charity)
Crave unselfishness
give unreserved empathy
love and sympathy
Acedia (Sloth)
Deny grace and God
so evil shall become fact
when we fail to act
Industria (Diligence)
Fortitude is a must
persistence in conviction
zealous for passion
Ira (Wrath)
In its purest form
presents violence and hate
Satan’s fate
Patientia (Patience)
mercy to haters
receiving the grace to forgive
rewards are massive
Superbia (Pride)
Lucifer’s downfall
for excessive vanity
destroys humility
Humanitas (Kindness)
Sympathy without bias
belief without bitterness
inspire kindness
Invidia (Envy)
resentful passion
an insatiable desire
potent cause of dire
Humilitas (Humility)
think of yourself less
and not think less of yourself
don’t exalt oneself
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
*My hunger for you never wanes
your, smell, touch, look send me aflame
my lips bruised after being crushed by yours
my thirst quenched by drinking you in,
my need as robust as your thrusts,
my cravings, like a ****** in need of a fix.
Immersed in you, luxuriating in you,
knowing you, has starved and saved
my soul.
Amongst the smell of lust and lechery
Dante watches, he watches my soul.
Purgatorio, penitent I walk within flames to purge myself of lustful thoughts and feelings.
Dante's Inferno. Souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane winds, I feel the wind at my back. Howling.
A symbol of my own lack of self-control to my lustful passions
in this my earthly life.
Just be with me when we are judged, together we can prove our
Love*
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
it wasn’t love
rather lust
a gentle hand
a breach of trust
a quickened breath
an easy lie
a dance with death
a hard goodbye.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
Even as I ride mounted high on your hips
arching and arcing my spine like an endless surge of foaming breakers
as my waist rolls beneath your shaking fingertips
Even as a moan slips from your shivering lips
and the mussels surrounding your throat contract with delight
as a gasp rushes forward, rippling in the aura surrounding you
Even as I take control
and your limp and helpless body sprawls beneath me
begging for more
I am selfish
Because it is not for your pleasure why I prowl this night
but your reactions
I only live to see your eyes turn to marble
and your mind go blank behind your lustful gaze
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
GULA
Castor and Pollux
joined forever at the hip.
I could split myself
into two halves just
so they could each get a taste.
I will etch into
both their ribs and lungs
so when they exhale, it’s my
name that warms their breath.
ACEDIA
I have done nothing
but consult oracles to
find a solution
and like Oedipus
I will sit here on my throne
to repeat fathers'
sins. Dear God, am I
the miasma that reeks here?
Would I change, if so?
LUXURIA
Eros and Psyche
have yet to match us, dear boys.
In confessional,
I speak of the flesh-
bruised like rotting fruit, marks
of desperate youth.
Heads bowed in prayer,
this is Dionysiac
ritual madness.
AVARITIA
Will Hades greet me?
If I spit coins from my mouth,
will the ferryman
take pity on me?
He must know my odyssey.
This is déjà vu,
a fable passed down
by generations. A hymn,
Homeric and worn.
IRA
Adonis river
runs red like veins filled with blood.
The anemones
for my two brothers,
a crown for each of them to
decorate their heads
before guts are spilled.
I know this will end in war,
no glory for me.
INVIDIA
Heroes never die,
they say. So was Heracles
jealous of Linus?
To know forever,
to escape the throes of death
sounds like Hell to me.
What lives on except
curses and their tragedy?
I am no hero.
SUPERBIA
I will take my fire,
let it blaze until I die.
Prometheus would
have been proud of me.
Maybe from this, I will kindle
something from the heat:
Write poems in ash,
for the ones I have scalded,
or the ones I love.
(Maybe those two things
are not unlike after all.
Maybe so, maybe not.)
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Must we lust?
Can we stop
this deadly sin within
from showing on our skin?
What are we even lusting after?
Daughters and sons
and the untouchables.
They say lust
is the root of suffering,
devalues love, devalues you
to nothing more than
merely a lust of the blood
and a permission of the will.
They are right, of course.
But O to be lost in delight, even for just one night.
Then - when we've quenched this lust
- then what?
Move on the next thing that takes our fancy?
or move on with our lives?
what's the point?
We're already guaranteed our own special circle.
Must we lust?
these things we lust
do rust and turn to dust
only to blow away
at just the smallest of gust.
Causing more suffering.
Yet, we lust on.
We trust in lust.
We must lust,
even if it kills us.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
◆
The characters you form into words
tingle on my tongue
I can almost taste them
like sweetness
laced with luxuria
I'd love to pause within them
so that I could just sit
unnoticed
while you scribe beautiful
curls and swirls
around me
Your pen in motion would tell me
how my name would sound
when whispered by you.
Tiptoeing
around loving words so gentle
I would feel them beneath my toes
as they brush over them
playfully
Wandering slowly between phrases,
phrases that truly capture my heart
causing an ache inside
so deep
it's not in my chest anymore
Longingly lingering in your stanzas
filled with metaphors
decorated
with your scent
I close my eyes, and inhale
My pupils dilate
at the thought of you,
writing
There's such an intense
expression
on your face
I want to reach out ....
If you didn't notice me
I could stare deep
into those delicious eyes
so dark
I sit here,
I wonder what I would see..
I wonder what you are like..
◆
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Her mouth radiated sunfire
When the corners of her lips
Curled into a smile
And her tongue licked
Lustfully across her teeth...
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
exquisitely righteous to have the embodiment
of each and every one
standing before me
for all to see
packaged up (I can't say neat and tidy....but all in one place anyway)
it seems reasonable that one person has one or two
but to find them all in one place....
astonishing
I see you
*Superbia
Avaritia
Luxuria
Invidia
Gula
Ira
Acedia*
they all ring true as they emanate out of you
we all know what happened to Ursula
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Acedia
My god it's 3 in the afternoon
And still I have yet to move,
My slothful torso
Curling into a comma
To hide my face from what rests
Beyond my maroon sheets.
Avaritia
I want to enjoy this moment
Without feeling guilt
For letting the sunlight
Filter through my black curtains
Onto my fuzzy, outstretched legs.
Superbia
There are some days
When I refuse to let myself
Have this
Peace.
Today is not that day.
The knowledge makes me smile.
Softly.
Gula
I rose only once
To make orange spice tea
And to eat sugar cookies
With lemon frosting.
They're delicious, and I can't be
Brought to care
That I won't be burning
Them off later.
Luxuria
I sometimes wish,
Fleetingly,
That I had someone to share
This feeling with.
Someone to curl into
Quotations with.
I sigh into my pillow,
Slowly.
Ira
I grow upset with myself
For wanting something -
For wanting anything -
I see red,
But only for a moment.
I couldn't have this peace,
I knew as much,
So the heat quickly fades.
Invidia
Still, the people who
Allow themselves such
Simple pleasure,
Such halcyon,
Are who I wish to be.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
To lust for the impossible
Is to grant your own demise
A love that isn't returned
A future only seen in your own eyes
In another reality, your souls are intertwined
Just in this one, such connection you won't find
Peace of mind is a foreign concept
Undefined feelings are realised
Defined feelings are misaligned
& by staying, it's my fate I've signed
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Follow me, to the edge of night,
beyond the day, to grey twilight.
Beyond the rules of right and wrong.
You came with me. We walked along
a wind-blown path to a hidden cave.
It was reckless, but not brave.
Deep we went into the dusk
where we obeyed the law of lust.
But when we’d gone a bit too far,
the way back was dim; had I crossed the bar?
The familiar became rearranged
in our walled-off space. You were strange.
Perspective changed in these dim rooms
(where even now your shadow looms).
I could come and go, but never leave.
In ******* I saw no reprieve
Years have passed since I saw you last.
Your memory is fading fast.
But lessons linger from a lust
that nearly turned my life to dust.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
First was a light,
so blinding, so raw
rods of steel
blocking his courage
taken his sight!
As he managed
to get away, he felt
suspicious and strangely
unsafe as if calmness
before storm took
over his life
He walked
he walked thru alleys
concrete and cold
There he met a lady,
she offered him a gift
A gift which is to give
a recipient a great relieve
"You would be able to escape
these abandoned walls and roads
full of pain and resentment.
Do not cling on hesitation,
free yourself."
"You are tempting my lady,
however these escapes you
speak of are merely temporary
blinks of a steps I am about to
go through.
I am sure we will meet again
I say farewell for now."
he lowly walked away
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
Seduction so smooth as lust takes over.
Sentiment has no place; they just want to stretch her.
Spreading out together like they’re on a stretcher,
no love, no romance, when they’re together.
They aren’t saints, but they love her holy water.
A scarlet fever burns within her.
Her lust insatiable and thirst everlasting;
a tempest storm of vehement luxuria and exhilarating ardor.
The zeal is unlimited, yet the love is lacking.
She sees crimson and the lines begin to blur.
At first, it was a rare, occasional thing,
now it’s all the time, changing desires of a personal fling.
I just pray that she prays while she’s down on her knees.
Her desire consumes her, as her life looks carmine,
she’s tongue and cheek with her tongue and cheeks.
Living a life of lechery as a little red corvette in the streets.
Her overactive ambition is amaranthine and not so amazing.
The redness has overtaken the blue,
she is now lost without a clue,
senseless with no one left to do,
while her ruddy heart doesn’t beat true.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC