Desire Is A Tame Word For Lust by Kori | Written 8/7

The burning desire doesn’t stop for him.
Flesh on flesh, constant thoughts, rotting mind.
Fingertips blazing for a touch, adultery growing.
One wife, two girlfriends, and three mistresses.
Bastard children running wild with no care,
Proof of the rumors being quietly gossiped.
He takes more lovers, feeding the beast.

Prompt: Write a seven-line poem about one of the 7 Sins that only contains seven words in each of the lines. You can find me below mainly on twitter:

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