Hedonistic Me

by Beautiful Chaos   Sep 25, 2010


Lips, hands, fingers,
Trying to satisfy their hunger,
Beads of lust, falling from each body,
Saturating their hedonistic ways.

Rivers of repression pouring forth,
Momentarily freeing their sinful desires,
Setting the night aglow,
Embers of smoldering flesh, filling the air.

Angry, passionate cries, invade ears of passersby,
Encompassing innocent cheeks with ruby recognition,
Others envious, green with their own unfulfilled wants,
Deprived souls, who linger in hopes it is contagious.

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