Lust is my enemy
Saps all my energy
Lust has rizz
It has a subtle way of dragging my attention
One look stirs something in my soul
One thought causes something to behold
But when all is said and done
I’m never satisfied.
If Lust was a full course meal
The starters are nice making you feel good
It’s always something light and can be fancy
Leaves you craving for more
Until the Adrenaline rush is beyond your control.
It’s always an appetizer
Gauging your appetite level
How much do you really want it?
Prepping you up for what’s next
It always starts small
Nothing too serious
A savory smell & lingering thought
It’s really not the main thing
So you think you’re safe.
My Desires 
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