lust – Smith Shine Poetry

Them Lot

They sit laughing in halls of shamed stone,In a lust for power, stroking bone.Feeding on the innocent, far right good to blame,cloaking their hunger, with honours to name.Trample their own, rake in the gain,while the working class are buried in pain.Their loathing lands with their word, their law.We must challenge what we heard and saw.TheContinue reading “Them Lot”

songs

There are very few love songs, many lust songs.

The ocean inside

I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation,please from me don’t hide. I want all of you, I want to dive into the tide fall to the ocean inside.

Tequila Rose

She was tequila rose, he the Lynchburg oak. She said more with one look, than any word she spoke. Warmth, emancipated by her soul, melts away at the snow. Revealing a taste of what all want to know.