Lust of a kind
Lust of a kind They were so many, wandering on the streets, it didn’t matter if it was day or night, with lust in their eyes. A weird thirst and heat. What were they looking for? The curiosity griped me. I followed them, became one of them, in pretence first. But later didn’t realize, as to when it gripped me tight Now it’s impossible to rescue, deeper it sucks you. I became one of them in flesh and in soul ‘Mind Prostitutes’ as they get called. Fiercely passionate is their love for the wonders of life Minds fornicating, ejecting thoughts and bearing dreams. Once addicted you can’t stop. From one partner to other stimulation builds on Oh! What a mindful turn on! There is no end. If you end their course, you end their life. Disloyal to their partners perhaps, But never to their dreams. Don’t look into their eyes It is a teleporting device Will take you to their land, where birds swim