empty sex

 
stillness stutters astounded by grace
it is beautiful to my soul your touch
I am a woman of desire

I am weary of my corporeal form it doesn't reflect who I am
green has turn to winter
and yet I burn brighter than ever for you

my eyes tell the tale of great passion
you disturb the surface with me
not looking into the deep pools of need

shallow in your pursuit you will reap your own corruption
a deep greed possesses you
your heart a prisoner to lust

I lust too

I temper mine with wisdom
is it yet wise to feed a craving
will love follow or just another empty fascination?

draining you dry from the inside
a soul sucking infant who throws a fit if not given their way

I have found none who suit me
so it is wise I remain chaste of soul
corrupt of body