Prompt: In the depths of desire, where passions ignite,
I'll weave a poem of lust, where senses take flight,
A primal force that pulses, relentless and strong,
An intoxicating dance, where right and wrong belong.
In heated whispers, the flame begins to grow,
A hunger awakened, an insatiable need to know,
Skin on skin, a fiery touch that sets ablaze,
As bodies entwine, lost in a carnal maze.
Eyes locked in an embrace, a gaze so intense,
The air electrified, with a hunger so immense,
Tangled in the sheets, bodies writhe and bend,
A symphony of moans, where pleasure transcends.
With every breath, desire courses through veins,
A dance of seduction, where inhibition wanes,
Lips that hunger, seeking pleasures untamed,
In the pursuit of ecstasy, the world is reclaimed.
Caresses become a language, spoken in sighs,
Exploring territories, where inhibition dies,
Lost in the labyrinth of desires unconfined,
Two souls entwined, leaving all else behind.
But lust, a tempestuous flame, burns bright and fast,
A voracious hunger, a spell that cannot last,
In its wake, a longing lingers, an ache in the heart,
A reminder of the power, the vulnerability impart.
For lust, a double-edged sword, can both enthrall and consume,
A transient dance, with consequences that loom,
Yet within its embrace, a fire can ignite,
A union of bodies, where passions take flight.
So, in this poem of lust, let the flames be known,
A celebration of desires, a passion boldly shown,
But let us remember, as we indulge and explore,
To tread with caution, for lust's dance is a door.
For in the realm of passion, where desires are sown,
It is wisdom that guides us, to know when to disown,
To cherish the moments, but not lose ourselves in lust,
For true connection lies beyond, in love's sacred trust.
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