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.
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