Lust

Teach me, show me Love me, hold me Take me far from being lonely Teach me Love me Take me, take me, take me lonely Lust loves her too much Thrusts devotion down her throat until she spills sonnets He wants it He wants it, he wants it Locked in his bedroom watching rough yearning Learning the way to a woman's heart is through hurting Rehearsing the sermon, preaching contortion Reframing Removing the shame in loving through pain Hardly a sin is it, hardly a sin Lust loves love Loves to un-see and reconstruct reality to feed his simulated expectation See him proclaim and praise his angel Till the day he snaps her halo when she slips from captive pedestal Impossible He tried so hard, he tried to love He dressed his heart in ropes and cuffs He offered roses dipped in blood Lust tried to keep a grasp of love Teach me He'd pushed her, oh he'd pushed her In an act of desperation, body shaking, icy sweat He needed the hit of fantasy fulfilled He needed it He'd felt himself a circus beast Preparing for the flaming hoops of masculinity Addicted to the game He'd pushed her, wanted her to know that he could roar Louder than her fear He had pushed her He had trapped her He had hurt her with the unspeakable Now the silence between them sits solid as a grave Lost in the depths but he didn't know better Spoon-fed obscenities through digital wet dreams Child seeks love in a time of misogyny Lust in an age of monogamy Tendrils of shame sprout weed-like In his chest but are matchless against A heart that is senseless Instead his mind shifts from regret to how to find his next conquest Lust lays sprawled across bedsheet In prostrate reverie, he collects tears in crumpled tissues Lines the bin with his misuse Teach me, show me Love me, hold me Take me far from being lonely Teach me Love me Hardly a sin, is it, hardly a sin