Salty Taste of Lust

Sometimes
Loving you seems like
A big blunt piece of stone
That I use to push upwards
At almost 60⁰ angle
Towards you,
This already heavy boulder
Gets heavier with every inch I climb
As if wet craving sticks on it
Like wet mud
Making it bigger than before,
Dripping sweat dripping with lust
Makes it impossible
To distinguish the difference between them
And I’m left with no choice
But to believe
That
Lust is salty.

In between
The continuously growing want
And ever expanding vacuum
Created by my deep gasps
I push it by a couple of centimeters up
And it rams over me for hundreds of feet below
Forcing me to take advantage
of my stubbornness
But most of the times
It reaches farther than the point
From where I started.

After all of these ups and downs
Now I’m afraid that
I’m dangerously addicted to this
Salty taste of lust
more than I was ever
addicted to you.

SALTY TASTE OF LUST | Photo Credit: wallpaperswa.com
SALTY TASTE OF LUST | Photo Credit: wallpaperswa.com
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  1. Nice one bro… Rare ans nice…. But I felt you could have added more description in between…

  2. Is there a typo in this line? ‘As if wet craving gets stick on it’ should it be ‘stuck’. Nice work though

  3. Wow. Its such a treat to read you always. Such a treat.

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