Lust
My warm wet tongue tinkers my gray matter,
Eyes wide bulging with veins, screaming in silence,
My mouth smiles but fangs would have borne the suit better,
My hearts shouts but my conscience is dead already.
Who would know the truth in my gaze? The lies in my breathe and the envy in my comments?
“ My best friend’s fiancé.”
I know the meaning of the word…or do I