Lustful Intentions

My bearings are drifting in lustful intentions;
I walk past the corpses of friends.
And when they lay buried, my halo soon hurried
to do what my lusting intends.

The angels that followed found their spirits hollowed.
Flew dying, but never knew death.
And I sit there, tasting your sweetened embrace,
while endowing you my every breath.

In spite of my thoughts, misplaced anger, and haste,
those emotions, at times, felt so real.
But now, I do seek the forgiveness of God
for those hearts that I have yet to steal.

© 2010 Armond Richards

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“I still haven’t figured out if I’m a struggling writer or a writer struggling, but I hope something I’ve written reaches someone unexpected.” – Armond Richards