A poem about lust to mark the forthcoming release of Truth Twister!

It seeps through pores, burrows deep within

Like apple's worm, rotting fruit from skin

Twisting, writhing under feverish flesh

Boring tunnels of longing, wounds still fresh

A squirming hunger, never sated

In sweet pulp, now violated

It writhes and twists in apple's heart

Consuming, as flesh falls apart

Tunnelling deeper, rot expands

Till only withered skin still stands

Core blackened, seeds defiled, undone

The worm's insidious feast - not won, but begun.