Lust

Finding yourself is never easy,
Especially when you try and find yourself,
In a maze, in a labyrinth of beds,
The beds of wolves, the beds of bears,
And even worse the beds of men.
One day his hand will reach out to you,
And it will glow the brightest gold that you ever saw,
So much that it's shine will blind you at first,
Oh! How the love will blind you,
And how it blinds today
And blinds, and blinds,
Destroying rationality.
Shun his hand, shut him out,
You won't make that mistake again.
Don't neglect your reason, your logic,
Just for him to strip you down.
Because one day it won't be a hand that reaches out to you,
One day it'll be an entire body,
And it won't lift you out of the maze,
Just to drop you back in it.
It'll guide you through every winding turn,
And it'll strip off your layers,
And it'll kiss your shoulders, pull your hair,
It'll get close to showing you love, but won't,
Because it knows that love isn't something to be feigned.
It won't be a wolf, it won't be a bear,
The body won't devour you at dawn,
It'll make you breakfast, not make you it's breakfast.
And the love won't come very fast,
It might come when you're doing a crossword,
Playing poker,
It might come when you're together,
Or alone.
The love might attack you in the supermarket,
"Unexpected item in bagging area" indeed.
But the love will be more tender, more profound
And it'll wrap you up in it's tender arms, hold you close, hold you dear.
The body will share your excitement on stormy nights,
Share your arousal on passionate nights,
It'll lift you high above the lust of the world below.
It'll make you see reason, it'll encourage you to say "no".
It penetrates the false, it highlights truth.
The body will love you back, more and more everyday,
It won't say good bye, it won't leave your side,
A rarity, of course.
It'll know exactly how you want to be fucked, how you want to be loved, how you like your bacon crispy, how you don't like the white of egg, how you laugh, how you cry,
It'll know the meaning of every facial expression,
It'll recite your favourite colour, film, band, book,
It'll gaze at you adoringly in it's baggy jumpers and your own knee socks,
It'll pull you closer during a fight.
It won't be violent, but will match the passion in you.
And every little lust you ever felt,
Won't even fucking matter.