Lust Free

Lust Free, 

Inside from the bottom up

How it becomes to be lust free,

Here inside of me, You Remain, 

Desire your blame

Desire you to speak to me

In your silence So it remains,

Lust Free

Here

Stain on my lips, Stain on my hands

You

From the,

Inside up to the bottom

In Me

Part II

Is it enough

Your harvest in the moon, ripens where lies the secrets you grow.

Does the air above the melons still leave the dew in your mouth? 

Is it enough 

To catch a glimpse of you looking out the corners of your eyes when no one's looking?

J O C E L Y N