Weird indeed is the lust of the flesh,
A craving I fail to decipher,
A yearning that builds up like nothing else,
To see, to touch, to feel,
To explore anatomy that is already known -
A touch of skin too familiar,
A desire that grows with uncanny stimuli,
Reaching endless heights, consuming the mind,
It still seems baseless to the inquisitive soul,
Hiding behind the sheath of oblivion,
Into which it drives the weak,
While it survives in peace,
It is but hollow when sneaked upon,
Fleeing when one seeks to gratify -
A mountain whose foothills, when touched crumbles,
Tricking one into a firm belief -
That one is indeed satisfied.
4:06pm on 12.11.2016 at C504, IIT Bombay
A craving I fail to decipher,
A yearning that builds up like nothing else,
To see, to touch, to feel,
To explore anatomy that is already known -
A touch of skin too familiar,
A desire that grows with uncanny stimuli,
Reaching endless heights, consuming the mind,
It still seems baseless to the inquisitive soul,
Hiding behind the sheath of oblivion,
Into which it drives the weak,
While it survives in peace,
It is but hollow when sneaked upon,
Fleeing when one seeks to gratify -
A mountain whose foothills, when touched crumbles,
Tricking one into a firm belief -
That one is indeed satisfied.
4:06pm on 12.11.2016 at C504, IIT Bombay
Weird indeed.
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