This Lover's Rage

A mighty storm is raging in my soul;
a hurricane of lust out of control.
The carnal need to fuel this starving fire
creates a tempest churning with desire.

Your voice becomes an instrument of greed;
erotic appetites you blithely feed.
This exploit magnifies the urge in me
to set this wild, licentious spirit free.

To loose this famished beast or bolt the cage;
a quandary which plagues this lonesome sage.
The path of unrestraint leads to despair,
for near the end there lies destruction's lair.

I've rambled down this road in life before
but still this yearning burns inside my core.
For now I'll please this craving with your tone
and jail my void canal in bed alone.

by Jo Lynn Ehnes

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