A rapt desire clouds the sight
obscuring sanity in response
with best intents put aside
for the wants deep inside

the source of angst is the *****
hidden in the breadth of time
only shown in privacy
in a shared audience

wishing more than life provides
the taint of lust won’t relent
still on the side of wrong
always ****** by the crowd

if only life was less cruel
to state a preference for abuse
this harsh rebut does not blunt
focus of the craving wants.

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