Flames to Dust

Lust is a dangerous game; it can consume you, body and soul

It is like fire that burns, small at first but growing ever stronger

Twisting your thoughts, like lightning on sand, furious passion

Needing, wanting and struggling to escape, a day grows longer

The summer is coming; this heat is rising, very hard to contain

Instincts and impulse crowding my head, this is eternal debate

Of what is right and wrong but still, that fire becomes very hot

I ache inside, always the burning. Can I even escape my fate?

Till it stops…something changes. Like clouds and a rainstorm

Drenching me to the point where these flames now fade away

Nothing but smoke, that scent of what was and what could be

Cinders and ash, nothing but remnants of what could not stay