Lust.
How do you run from the temptations of the flesh when all you see is her mesh blouse clinging tightyly to her chest and you felt you had to rest upon the beauty you had seen as to lean for the girl that makes you twirl like a wheel but only till you take the the time care about their sake, not all beautful women are fake just the one with a impossible fate who try after its to late i love you is just three words nothing speaicail unless its to someone who flesh will corrode at seeing it and their heart will stop and this kind of feeling noone else can top i remember when i fell in love like an angel sent from up above flying like a familiar dove and hanging like a loosely fit glove...
Lust, does it run in your blood, or will you go without it like nobody should and this is for those who would throw this to the bins, my first written poem of the seven deadly sins...
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