How do you lust me? More than yearning says?
More than loneliness desires violent death?
Or a careless glance steals your, then my breath?
Or drunken giggles haunt my "what if?" days?
You lust me as instructed by your loss,
Which rises from under your stamping feet
In dreams, where any number of us cheat
Our futures by chasing the double-cross.
You lust me for entertainment sometimes;
Occasionally for the chase's thrill,
Knowing but choosing to forget my crimes;
With curiosity that lingers still;
Because I'll always be your creditor;
In the absence of a competitor.