Lust.

A poem about Lust.

Wet lips glisten;
touch the body;
penetrate the soul.
Hands graze the body,
the mind, the spirit.
An act of sheer emotion,
pure expression,
expanding and testing
the limits of the world.
It is a dance,
each movement says a million words.
The heat, the passion,
burns white with intensity.
Love, nay,
but something so much more.