Bottled
P Brett

I wonder if they could bottle lust
The pure essence
How it touches you, grabs you
Embraces you
How it feels when skin touches skin
I wonder if they could bottle it
And sell it on shelves
To the lustless
To feeble minds who cannot grasp
What true passion can be
What would they do?
The lustless?
The unimpassioned masses?
Would society finally crumble and fall?
If all could feel
True lust
True passion?
Would they become entranced
By the purity of it?
Hypnotized
By the primal human spirit.