I LUST FOR NOTHING

You can't keep
A bad man down,
You're not my mother
Yet you wear
The same frown.

It's not about
Your cooking,
Your fucking
Not even
You being good looking
Hear this.....
I lust for nothing.

This bad man
Always under the crown,
It's all in my head
The things we've said
Unwarranted renown.

It's not about
Your cooking,
Your fucking
Not even
You being good looking
Hear this......
I lust for nothing.

I've had the stress
The chat and talk,
Silly, petty fights
Make up delights
Yet bad man still walks....

Hear this!!
It's not about
Your dazzling eyes
Sweet, milky thighs.
Not your fucking
Your cooking,
You being really
Really good looking...
I lust for nothing.
Not your
Alluring smiles,
Tongue that beguiles
Warm inviting mouth
When you go south.....
None of that
I lust for nothing.

Phil Hall     July 2015
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