I’m good, but I’m sinful.
I’m a man with a kind heart with the wish to bring joy to others.
I’m a lustful man with the desire to feel just as much pleasure as he aims to give.
I offer a smile to those I connect with,
Offering a hand to those in need.
I also undress you with my eyes,
Imaginary hands exploring your curves as I fantasize about a night with you.
I’m kind, but I’m lustful.
Give me your heart and you may be a victim of my internal battle.
An innocent stuck in the crossfire as I try to subdue my inner vices.
I offer you words of support,
Care for you when you’re sad,
Tell lame jokes when you need a laugh,
But who’s providing this?
Is it the kind-hearted man or the lustful man?
I give you what you want,
What you need,
Manipulating your feelings to satisfy my own lustful desire.
That’s not right.
You should be treasured,
Kind words and a compassionate heart mean nothing if the only motivation is a lustful gain.
To lust or to care?
I want to choose to care.
I want to be a kind man who considers the feelings of others,
But in reality,
I’m a lustful man.