Gazing upon the turquoise-beaded necklace <br />Of a dark, mysterious Turkish girl, <br />A man slips into mystical ancient times <br />Of hidden codes and long forgotten gods, <br />Astrological-charted paths <br />Of love and destiny. <br /> <br />The hot sun tingles on warm skin, <br />Lust flows as naturally as sweat <br />And oozes from every pore <br />Breathing sensual rendezvous, <br />Physical encounters in barely furnished rooms, <br />Clothing is removed and tossed <br />Onto simple rugs, <br />Then the tasting of tongues. <br /> <br />Orgasmic adventures amid threats <br />From violently plotting parents <br />And a jealous suitor counting the days <br />To receive his intended prize <br />Who is expected to bleed on clean sheets <br />Of somebody’s defined customary purity. <br /> <br />But young girls all prefer rough renegades <br />Who joyously seize their love <br />That the lackluster and naive <br />Can never appreciate; <br />Girls can always return and lie <br />To any boy who blindly follows <br />The dictates of his parents.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-flows-as-naturally-as-sweat/
