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Lust by Maria Terezia Ferenczit begins innocently enough
a look a light a spark
it travels easily enough
from mind to heart to lips
once set free it takes on life of it's own
no longer controlled by the vessels that held it
the speed it grows momentum none can compare
that which was nothing is all encompassing now
changing everything it touches
feasting on each emotion recklessly
tearing apart families friends become foes
wantonly taking all for it's own
it has no comfort
other than
when lying down
at night
after
when
tired satiated in between
their arms
it rests
leaving nothing
in the morning to prove it was there
just a damp spot on their bed 01/15/2007
Posted on 01/15/2007 Copyright © 2026 Maria Terezia Ferencz
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