Busy, busy, busy, but had some spare time today to write another poem :D
Lust is like a sexual desire
When there’s that one person you admire
That specific admiration in a sinful way
Could lead to that word we call foreplay
Where sexual acts like kissing occur
Feeling like your hearts been put in a blender
Where ones emotions and love are conjoined together
Then crushed, crumbled like a falling empire
Lust like this can cause enmity
Between people that have interacted with their body
In this case meaning premature experience
What is needed, is guidance
Guidance into that right path
So Diablo doesn’t get the last laugh
Odabo ;)
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