This Poem is not about Love

Simple
Raw
Primal
urges
of LUST
drift through
my mind
like
frequent
clouds of smoke

every drift
of smoke
announces it's
appearance
with
a loud subconscious moan

Inside i am uncontrollable
while outside
I am a mellow burst of energy

The energy heats up
at one certain point
and my day-dreams
turn into long fantasies
with multiple people
where the orgasms of lust
are so intense
my body vibrates at the thought

LUST
is all i see
this smoke
turns red
and blinds
me for hours on end
one thought after another
of imaginable sensations

love is no where in sight
all i can see
are the quick fleeting
vibrations
from pure
sexual driven
thoughts
sure
to evaporate
eventually
but right now
all i see is red
and
the heat
burns in my thighs
that's a feeling
I'll hold on to
as the lust
burns
silently