If only I could glimpse lust now.

Walking down the street

With his merry and fanciful jig.

How I’d dissent.

With all this LUST.

I’d foam from the mouth.

With him covering me in his inflammation.

I’d be 30% in the head

70% in libido.

I feel complacent, ready to drop bombs.

This is my itinerary.

Lust.

You are my pursuit.

YES,

YOU.

Lust.

Explain my yearnings

And

Cancel my desires.

Cast out my celebrity notion.

Abandon my flights of imagination.

I can’t afford the check-in fee.

Lust

Be rid of me.