Under A Starlit Sky

Like a cat you stretch out before me,
My hands simply must touch.
The sight of your lithe beauty,
Is temptation’s trigger to lust.
Your catching quick intake of breath,
As my fingers stroke soft taut skin.
Signals all that I want to know,
That you’re ready for my kind of sin.
Taken over by natural powers,
We lose ourselves within each other.
Only two things exist in the world,
You and I under a starlit sky cover.
And there in nature’s playground,
We play as we were evolved to do.
And there bathed in soft moonlight.
We make love til the night calls adieu.

Drawn

I’ve drawn you,

Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.

Tracing your form,

Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.

My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.

My work never giving justice no matter how I do.

I’ve drawn you,

I think to have you here in my hands.

Tracing your perfect form,

Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.

If Lust Is Such A Sin

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it come ready built in?

Why are we born,

With a desperate need to follow the faun?

If lust is such a sin,

Why does it precede love at the beginning?

Why does arousal come first?

That desire, that unquenchable thirst.

If lust is such a sin,

We’re doomed to fall to the animal within.

For all it’s in our true nature, 

Lust is a part of what ever God made you.