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When my Lust was born
I gave in to her every call
Faded was her face.
A blurred image of pure black.
None can take from her eternal beauty.
with thighs of pleasurable strength
she tempts my soul and my mind.
never touching my lips she leans forth
asking for my submission.
She holds my attention,
and I bend to her every will.
Obedient I am to her,
for I am weak.
When my lust was born
a drunken man I then became.
Her body was as a sensual shadow,
forever leading me towards the path of regret.
What a beautiful countenance she had.
Transparent emotions of pure Black,
but what do i know,
I was a foolish, blind, and drunken man.
Feeling on a temptress of my deepest desire,
but what do I know
I was a drunken man,
and moments after I rose to find it was all a dream.
