Driven Mad By Lust
by Sam M. Phillips

It certainly must
Be nice
Not to be driven mad by lust,
This vice
Gives me no peace,
Urges never cease.

Mind bending,
Sending me back,
No lack
Of desire,
This fire
Cannot be put out,
Shout in frustration
At reoccurring situation.

No matter what I do
I can’t help but think of you
Through all of this,
Bliss is what I miss,
Your kiss,
Your body and face,
Cannot chase
Off these dreams,
Sickness screams
For expression.

Repression not working,
Sex always lurking
In the depth of cells,
Bells ringing,
Soul singing
For reunion,
Fusion with you
To see me through
Until it strikes again,
When will I be free
Of this afflicting me?

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