Random Impulse

First Random Impulse of Week #7

One last poem before the prose starts! Thought I'd get all my No-No words out at the end! Ha!

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Lust.
Is the salty bead of body fluid
That I can still taste
On the tip of my tongue.
The haunting trail
Of smoldering embers
That hands leave
On my unsatisfied flesh.
The never ceasing
Burning, it illuminates
My moistened temptations.
A sizzling ,carnal light
No ocean can quench.
Love.
Is the baron buds of my tongue
Shriveling. As the extinguished fires
Of my being solidify
Into another disenchanted
Chunk of obsidian.