Lust

What then of me and feelings my? To do for them what not for me in loveless promiscuity. Exhausted you in past contempt with love forgot and meaning spent; eager in me desire pure what shouldn't you have done before. Taste them in you and me in they, by shameful lust has fallen faith. Regretful heart my love in waste for carnal truth you dogged chased; spread thin by them in numbers high. What then of me and feelings my?