A tormented mind is left in lustrous waves of the evening's warm fog...
Lost in passion's own prison, built with four walls of flames.
A tantalizing taste of your skin...unreachable,
However, it does not stop my unobtainable desires.
I must close my dreary eyes to stay focused,
For the wantoness of my heart leaves me dazed;
Lawless and unrestrained from all desires in my mind.
I am ruled by a ravenous appetite that eats my restraint alive.
Feed me what it is that I crave, so I may be at rest.
Give me a dose to cure the voraciousness inside of me.
On hands and knees, I am clawing at your feet,
Begging only with my eyes.
Taste my lips, which bleed with sardonic juices,
But try not to let them taint your own.
Wrap me in rapture and kiss each place with intensity.
Feel more, not with hands, but with that scournful silenced tongue.
Tear me open and reaveal more than what I show.
Lust is a game of desire...and I have yet to be fulfilled.