The epiphany of lust

The epiphany
wasn’t the
realisation that
he saw her
for the facets
of self that
she was.

or the way
he could see
through every
veil she wore.

Or how he
seem to know her
flaws on a first
name basis
caressing
them from
Existence…

No, the epiphany
was the realisation
that he craved
the taste
of her soul in the
same way she
craved his…

Karen Hayward © 2018
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