Lust

The need to know you
Eats me up
I’m raw from wanting you
To inhale you
Impale me
To wrap myself around you
And be wrapped up in you
I plead for you to take me,
Teach me
To love you
And lap up all your loving.
Should I feel shame
For wanting to show you
How desperately my body
Wants to know you?
This need has stolen my sleep
Leaving me only with
Throbbing thoughts of the
Things I’m willing to do
Out of lust for you.

My husband threw my six year old son with a patio chair. Have you ever prayed for someone to die? In that instant I was sure I'd rather help my kids get over the death of their father than have them live with a monster who would break them down emotionally. No, I can't try to understand that he's a product of his up bringing.  Because so am I and I know that there is no reason under the sun for throwing a patio chair at a six year old.