There is a line to be crossed when kind remarks turn to lust moving towards the opposite of compliments dearly sought civility is put aside for the chance of lewd lust already present in the heart brought to view by an outside voice
sadly noting the fixed parts appearance set long ago into a package that dissuades comments made outside of bounds when the words state passion’s bloom arousal none would desire outside the voice now condemned to be a creep in the aftermath
the pleasure taken is an abuse a violation that acclaims when ownership is desired to feed the **** excite the mind steer away from this line even if the desire is strong keep this all to yourself the world deserves nothing less.
The poem “There is a Line” is inspired by the answers I received for the question “is there an age where complimentary remarks are no longer appreciated, and are in-fact, seen as attacks?”.