I bust–even as the wind blows-
when those carnal images refuse too turn me loose-
and begin too flow.
I’m quite popular I may add–
I grace every bookshelf, tv and social media front-
even found my way inside alot of y’alls, Moms’ and Dads’.
I’m behind creating flicks with chicks-that stick too the mind, unfiltered, dalliances
of hung guys– that come up from behind….-
so, are you finding yourself unbothered
by the images I deliver?
Well you’ll come around soon enough like the rest,
for the nubelous I unleash– will surely make you quiver.
I’m every filled fantasy of the under-appreciated–
my favourites are
the hard working man,
even those that seek multiple partners —enjoy works
usually by my hand.
I cater too them all-
before they can think or blink twice,
I offer images then, I make the calls.
I get the ball rolling, the juices flowing, even stance’s harden by chance,
rigid and ready too fall under my trance–hopeful in getting blowed.
By the way–I’m lust, the biggest thing since breath, sometimes I move in sync, impulsively, quick– eventimes in stealth.
I flow like the blood in veins,
the animalistic instinct of the untamed-
I motivate disasters in pastor’s and clergymen-
too part and eat of strange pie
and have no shame.
Afterall, I’m in the hearts’ and minds of many,
increasing the sells of sex and fantasy–
as I’m an alltime favorite, ha- certainly loved by many.
So once alone in your room —
I’m the conscious that calls,
that bravery inside those wild dreams– that awakens, a persistent gall.
Enjoying the heat you seek, all the blustery, flushed– blushes.
For when you ride with me- you learn, exactly my powers of persuasion, as well
what true lust- unfolding–is.
Series of 7 By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
3 of 7. Deadly Sins