What is it really? <br />Is it within you? ..is it <br />your lips wrapped <br />around it? <br />Is it in the head? <br />Is it in the moon? <br />Venus really is it? <br />Is it always fault of Mars.. <br />Is it always to soon? <br />If it's touched..once <br />is it lust..ing..? <br />If it's touched over <br />and over like book <br />shelves is it dusting? <br />What if it's touched <br />just to hear it make <br />it's noise that wet noisy? <br />Can lust make it feint? <br />If streams damn a lake <br />runs to rivers in currents <br />ocean is flavor is it lust? <br />Is lust like dusting, out so <br />call the maid, ring for the <br />butler, man it is armed. <br />Over maid being dusted? <br />What is it, is it lust..? <br />Is it very sweet musk? <br />Is it lust to touch one smile <br />into another two smiles <br />just to cover all the smiles? <br />What is lust..is it need or is <br />it simply thick seed running, <br />into wells never filling, a truth? <br />Is lust yours simply unsealed, <br />mounted, covered and filled?<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-77/
