The lust released,
spent in a fury
of reckless need.
The intimate act
merely an attempt
to fill a void.
An ache for love
the impetus
for their coupling.
Turning away,
closed eyes concealing
the pain of emptiness.
~Nikki/Bedazzzled1~
(Sorry this is posted in this spot instead of the February place. I cannot figure out how to place it there. Html ignorance is my excuse.)
3 comments:
This is good, very good. And it is in the perfect spot!
I love that you share your talents with us.
TJ
Join the html Ingnoramus Club. I'm president.
So glad you decided to post this here:)
Excellent entry and a insightful look into the act of unfulfilling lust.
Chris
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