Illicit Lust

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Waking eyes and moist flesh renew
Momentary fervor and starry dew
Recall of passionate stirrings mesh
Now solitary feminine desires refresh

Intensities intention my soul forsake
Body thirst for rapture of heavens ache
Keeping time with wildly stirring trance
Quenching thirst with pleasures dance

Crescendo wakens the rushing swell
No angel or fiend banned and fell
Rushing climax intense gives way
Moments turning years, pausing day

Body exposed in joyous erotic shame
Obsess and depart the rousing game
I raise and stir to face scornful effect
Covetous green eyes render and reject

I bow awaiting sweet judgments pain
This decadent sin unhurried to wane
The God affirms mournful and just
Wrath indeed burns for My illicit lust

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twelveoonetwelveooneabout 11 years ago
over reliance

on rhyming couplets for start

parse this fragment

Body thirst for rapture of heavens ache

this is not real language - you are larding

depend more on this

render and reject as in

Covetous green eyes render and reject

and drop nonsense like Covetous (larding)

didn't vote

Quivering_QuillQuivering_Quillabout 11 years ago
A Catholic Girl???

Per say..... I enjoyed your poem and the implications that society (specifically morals from the religious sectors) have upon the conscious of women and to some extent men. Nicely done and thanks for sharing.

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