Lust

Lust is mere addiction,
In human form,
Sweating for your fix,
Nails crossing skin,
Leaving puckered marks,
Full and red,
Blood dripping down,
Wild; insane eyes,
Broken breaths,
Words desperate to escape,
No; There is no love here,
Only an animalistic desire,
To hurt the other,
To please the other,
To be in control,
To fight,
And with a broken cry,
It is over,
And we're left like junkies all over again