These fornicating hands
Are out for revenge.
Your curves,
Almost illicit and foreboding,
Make fools out of libidinous
Silver-tongued lovers.
Your mind-blowing existence,
Your melodic mantra
For enticing lonely souls
Is enough to whet the appetite
Of the lecherous beast within.
(Seven Sins writing assignment, Lust.)
- sent through email -
- September 15, 2006 -
- Published in The Benildean -
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