Poetic Lust
A poem
In the shadowed verses where desire’s flame,
Poetic lust ignites, no two lines are the same.
Between the ink and parchment, a dance unfolds,
In the poetic drapery, passion boldly molds.
Whispers of yearning in syllables sigh,
A clandestine affair beneath the moonlit sky.
Stanzas entwine, like lovers in the night,
In the clandestine pages, secrets alight.
Lines caress like a gentle evening breeze,
As poetic lust kindles, a tempest of ease.
In the language of verses, a sultry duet,
Echoes of passion, where two souls are met.
Metaphors paint the hues of forbidden desires,
In the poetic walk, where the heart aspires.
Eloquent sonnets of the senses' sweet thrust,
In this dance of words, the essence of poetic lust.
As the verses unfurl, like petals unfold,
A narrative of longing, sensuous, and bold.
Emotions crescendo, a symphony's thrust,
In the tangled web of this poetic lust.
No constraints on the page, no inhibitions,
As inked confessions fuel fiery renditions.
A canvas of passion, where lines combust,
In this timeless sonnet, called Poetic Lust.
