Bodies twisted in passion with sweat glazing heated flesh,
Moans cry out while hearts pound like a drum.
As a bead of sweat runs down her face,
A joyous moan escapes her trembling lips.
Soft tender moments of pleasure feeling him deep inside.
Flames once embers now burn high with desire,
Cravings are now consuming the flesh.
Victim not of the game but of desire,
All the urges to feel pleasures of lust.
Acts still of passion not to be misunderstood,
Yet a lust to feel another's touch empowering.
Some say if only lust then walk away,
Some say it's the only way it can be,
But for her lust will not consume her today.