A primal hunger, a carnal desire,
Consuming the senses, igniting an inner fire.
Flesh craving flesh, a visceral dance,
Reason surrenders to passion's fervent trance.
The body's demands eclipse all else above,
As lust's siren call beckons, heedless of sacred love.
Inhibitions cast off, shackles of restraint broken,
The self succumbs to impulses long unspoken.
A fever burns, consuming the mind and soul,
Reason's voice muted, as instincts take their toll.
Senses enflamed, logic yields to primal need,
As lust's tempestuous waves, the spirit's shores do erode and recede.
In the throes of this molten, all-consuming blaze,
The self is lost, adrift in lust's ardent craze.
Discernment fades, as the body's cry holds sway,
Suspending time and space in passion's primal sway.
Yet, within this storm of flesh and feverish want,
A deeper longing may still haunt -
The yearning for connection, for intimacy's grace,
Beyond the grasp of lust's all-consuming embrace.
For in the end, true fulfillment lies not in mere desire,
But in the fusion of bodies and souls, kindled by love's sacred fire.
The path of lust, though alluring, leads to a hollow abyss,
Where the spirit's true hunger remains forever amiss.
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Echoing Abyss
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