Lust

Lust is titillating
but needing love is dangerous,
said the Poet,
and finished painting the sign:
Free Hugs.
That's a beautiful flower,
and I am going to get me some nectar,
said the Fly, and moved closer.
Got'cha said the Venus Flytrap.
I had such a wild time
with the black cat,
last night,
said the White Cat,
and curled up on the Poet's lap.
It's nice to be wanted.