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Lust

Time spent waiting for affection

is lost without reward.

Tactics change.

I seek to cure the itch

which haunts us everyday.

A quick burst of passion

will go unspoken.

All your desires satisfied,

yet your chaste remains unbroken.

The most enjoyable of seven sins.

Let this sin consume us in flames.

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christopher-hayes
American
Published
Apr 14, 2011
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