LUST
HIS EYES CUTS HER CLOTHESMAKING HER UNCOMFORTABLE UNDER HER SKIN.
MY MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME,
DEATH IS IN THE EYES OF MEN.
FILLED WITH SO MUCH LUST.
FLASHING IMAGES OF WHAT SHALL BE DONE.
LOOKING AND LICKING HIS LIPS,
HE THIRST FOR HER AND HIM.
ONLY FOR THAT MOMENT,
SHE BECAME HIS VICTIM.
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