Love And Lust Poem by Panagiota Romios

Why always is lust, evil?
Why always is it hot and only a flash?
Does standing at an altar in an wedding
gown and wearing a gold wedding ring
Make lust something we abhor and
designate as eternally bad?

Not everyone will marry!
Not all marriages work!
Husbands who pledged their troth,
Beat wives and some murder them, like
helpless sloth.

We always brag about long marriages.
And congratulations to them are endless.
But who can really admit, their joy in
sexual tidbits.
It's frowned upon with great dismay!

Does lust never peek in a marital boudoir?
Come now, of course it does, and lust
never ends,
If so, does one seek post haste, a priest's
omnipotent forgiveness dominion?

Is it only one lover one must have?
Is lust the sin of all sins gone bad.
Are we pompousarchbishops, or from Mount
Olympus did we descend.
Casting judgement on what is wrong or
right?
Lust stops only when we are dead.

Few can admit to this, for the right mate,
like hungry rats, they do scurry.
The ring, the house, the kids, the car.
But of lustful nights, oh, they do not admit
and most happily bury!
Lonely nights, empty arms, vacuous heats,
Especially women, who think to lust,
brands them one of life's tarts.

Lust means nothing more than intense
or an urgent sexual desire.
Without lust, I would prefer being dead.
It's one of life's most potent and precious
exotic flowers!
That, indeed, blesses, honest ones,
with most fulfilling hours!

It can apply to anything, in my book.
Including lust for fame, right here!
Using others, day and night for a gross,
egotistical thrill.
Watch the poetry as it justifies the lust for
food and drink.
Lust for either, may find you dead, and far
beyond the brink.


June 28,2020