inure

the quest for chaos,

immediate satisfaction

she smiles

holding both hands out

  grasping at forbidden fruits

  the outcome, the thrill

  inured to the guilts of sin

  lust - a cloaked flame

  love - a glass prism

I kiss her at the waist

her mouth

opens wide

(image by Anatolii Tarnavskyi on artmajeur.com)