Lust is like a rabid dog waiting for his next meal
Once it finds its prey
It would viscously release itself on top
And violate every rule of sanctity
Dismembering each limb down to ***** little crumbs
Until what remains are pieces of delicate flesh and bone
Destined to rot below the surface of the earth
The rabid dog is momentarily satisfied
Because its thirst is quenched
But the hunger always remain