Nick James poem 'Lust'
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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lust by Nick James, the frantic pulling aside of the black Lycra strip from between the beautiful Roger of her form, the final obstruction of what awaits behind lust. We will not wait for the proper undressing kissing in the romantic acts of the familiar. Our time together is short. We have not time. Time is always against us. For this are a cig. Nations in these cheap rooms, dishevelled environments, tripping with degradation, beds worn old with the pantomime of thousands before off the same desperation, thrusting, thrusting, the trembling of the skin, the quivering of breath and voice. And when it's over, the subject Gatien and dissipation off that evil I leaned back against the headboard. Why? Why must I do this lust? I'm helpless as she arises from our bed. Naked, graceful One tonne for our bond is wantonness. I think of my mother. My other is at home beautifully, tending to the mundane and necessary of our life. The life that we have built together. Her thoughts are of a different world alien. This would be to her. The parting of one leads to the journey to the other. Upon the end of the journey. Dressed, showered and shovelled, I walked through our home's front door and enter the other's world again betrayal