Acrylic on stretched canvas, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
LUST WITHOUT LOVE
With no measure of affection
We glance not into each other’s eyes
But to our adoring limbs
To seek
And gratify our pleasures
Through the flesh
We are enraptured by our lusts
To devour the roaring body
Love is thought to be made
Quickly forgetting my inflamed desires brought me here
Loneliness is quick to come again
As my soul was not fed by her kiss