Lust

What is it really? Is it within you? ..is it your lips wrapped around it? Is it in the head? Is it in the moon? Venus really is it? Is it always fault of Mars.. Is it always to soon? If it's touched..once is it lust..ing..? If it's touched over and over like book shelves is it dusting? What if it's touched just to hear it make it's noise that wet noisy? Can lust make it feint? If streams damn a lake runs to rivers in currents ocean is flavor is it lust? Is lust like dusting, out so call the maid, ring for the butler, man it is armed. Over maid being dusted? What is it, is it lust..? Is it very sweet musk? Is it lust to touch one smile into another two smiles just to cover all the smiles? What is lust..is it need or is it simply thick seed running, into wells never filling, a truth? Is lust yours simply unsealed, mounted, covered and filled?