Lies the wicked <br />Love that veiled <br />Lust, thought nauseated <br />with the phlegm of sex, <br />within its ecstatic index, <br />withering libido on its apex. <br /> <br />Molten vagina squirts <br />Mundane collagen, sprays <br />morbid wet gelatin, suffocates <br />Everyone's sanity so fast, <br />Everyone's orgasm that won't last, <br />Everyone's love is buried by lust.<br /><br />Gianni Pansensoy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-135/
