Lust, be not proud
Regnant prowess, you have. With just a glance,
You stir most people, bow them to submission,
Where control fades, they succumb to a trance,
Such enamoured, translucent condition.
Proud you stand, driven by evolution,
Sturdy force, that tames. What makes people dance,
To the rhymes of physical attraction.
But aren't there those, who shoulder different stance.
Who look forward to profound conversations,
Share fears, anxieties, demons inside us.
Chase the warmth and wilfully have adorations,
Happy preoccupied by sheer Love. Thus,
Lust, be not proud, there are those, not loner,
Who know, great love, won't stem from a day's boner.