a Sting of lust

She’s dancing on the tables
Nude
With that look
So shrewd
That stings you
Right into the place
That holds
Your sacred lust
Hidden away from your concious control
Covered with dust
Of your sacred morality

Insanity
 Of forbidden pleasures
Insanity
 Of loosing saint leasures

Maybe just time
 To question your treasures…
 


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