Lust inside

It is strong inside as thoughts I cannot stop penetrating
thru, it is this disire from the lust I feel, a thing I cannot
do. A lovely thing twisted into a fantasy that souldn't
be but a mystery. Too much it comes back to haunt
my imagination and my dreams, it seaps through when I
thought I put it away it seams.
And yet here it is, this disire, it is wrong
it is making me a liar to sing a sad song.