Lust

my lust is so intense
hot as cinder and solid as steel
and immeasurable
(not the 13 inches in your mind)

love it
but it is only momentary

it does not have the character
that stays

it soon leaves you
for it is not a memory

my lust does not last
it is rust.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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