Captured in lusts’ web,
Every sense heightened with anticipation,
The same web which binds you,
Connects the pieces of your whole.
When the sun penetrates the shrouded barrier,
Which part of you wins the war?
Soul in peril,
Running from safety.
Into the tangible arms of temptation,
Painting unbridled passion ornately.
Perhaps enough rain will fall,
To wash you free from the snare.
Before you’re enveloped by silken threads,
And digested by the dark affair…