Lust
By Chris Giacometti
Heat, in my face
My heart, a fast pace
I look at him, a piece of artwork sitting across from me
The most beautiful a beautiful thing can be
He walks towards me, and I fill up with glee
but it's not just glee, you see
I was also feeling quite...dirty
His tongue, brushes my lips
I grab onto, his hips
The room is filled with fire and lust
and I know that we must
Fulfill the duty given to us.