Lust
So often mistaken for something else
Like a carrot at the end of a stick
And once it is taken, its all by itself
Without merit like some old dirty trick
It's just slight of hand you do understand
A distraction, though, what it may seem
Yet only as grand as one in command
Such satisfaction for who it may deem
What poisons the heart will tear you apart
When it captures the depth of your soul
If only it's caught before it had start
It would never have eaten you whole
Why even touch whats burning so much
Like a moth that's attracted to flames
Once in its clutch it owns you as such
You're aloft in its cinders of blame
So just take your time & see what's behind
What is capturing you with intrigue
If it isn't your mind that's caught in a bind
Then this rapture won't cause you to bleed
Terry