**Hey everyone, I just feel you should know, I was not comfortable at all sending this across the web. *Chuckle* **
Lust is like a devil,
impossable to resist,
you lock eyes with some woman,
and wish you had been kissed.
Her face is so perfectly flawless,
eyes are bright and warm,
those incredably sexy lips,
have already nailed you with her charm.
Absolutly perfect breasts,
bulging out from her shirt,
you fantasize over her nipples,
wishing to give them a sqirt.
You look at her flawless legs,
so hairless and smooth,
leading up to that secret area,
of which you wish to sooth.
That absolutly perfect vagina,
which every woman can offer,
but this is the one you want,
it'd really feel much softer.
The both of you in bed,
two innocent virgins,
both envying sex,
yet both have different versions.
You lay there together,
hiding your fear,
you've never done this before,
and wish you'de had a beer.
Your penis softly aching,
filled with that much passion,
you really wish you could,
just skip over to the clashin'.
Her body is so comforting,
warm and tender against yours,
you worry your parents are right,
and you're closing all those doors.
Your penis enters the cervix,
she moans in great surprise,
ejaculation occurs soon after,
heard are two great sighs.
You can't help but make love again,
those bulging, tender breasts,
beating reagularly against your ear,
you like this position best.
Now I want to know,
what could that passion be,
was it love or lust,
and was it really me.
~Peter Cloutier~
January 9,2007
Peter Cloutier
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-or-lust-6/
