The Seven Deadly Sins: Lust
You lick dry lips Flecks of flesh Sting beneath An alcoholic breath Wander through The air that's heaving A nicotine fog Here there is no breathing And nothing good can come from a meeting In this place, but you Abandon empathy The second That you see -her face The world is quiet Time dead in space Behind deaf ears Thumps a tale of love and betrayal Into the din it's laced She runs pomegranate colored nails down the side of your face And with apple red lips she gives you a sour sweet kiss Your hands disappear Where her hips dip She tickles your face With black eye lashes Takes your hand Leads you through the masses To some other place With the same coal black heels That will walk through your ashes