At The Gate Of Lust
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They say love is pure, and has no resons for remorse ,
Wherein a pair unite in momentous peace.
It has a life of it's own and I dare you won't control,
Not because you can't ,but because you don't want to.

Her sleepy eyes is making my hands shake ,
And half parted lips are dragging my feet.
As temptation licks all over my face,
My will power is slowly melting like ice.

Her tempting body and inviting face,
And a see through dress that's paining my eyes.
As she slowly approaches with her speciality smile,
I tried to curse the photos of gods and parents thats all over the room.

Staring at me with their jaws dropped,
Holding on to the strings on the wall ,
They are still here to warn me of hell.

The stories of lust flashed before my eyes.
The ones who tried and the ones who died.
But my consciousness is greedy ,
And ask me this again and again,

" Did you have her when you wrere sane and moral ? "

As she is stroking my body with her feathered hands ,
I can see Mr.Angel walking out my house at escape velocity.
A wife of somebody and with a kid ,
She doesn't seem to hesitate when she wants it the most.

Snapping out of my thoughts I just realized -
That I have lost my pants.
Thanks to her quite nature ,
Even orgasm is hard to register.

Questions and would be things stop for a moment.
If it's a moment worth living,It's a moment worth having.
Hell with the rest and let me have some sex.

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I do not care for exercise , as it is too violent .
I do not care to walk , as it is too strenuos.
I do not care to sleep , because I have to remain sleeping -
Or get up again and I do not care to do that.

Summa Summaram ....I do not care at all..
                                                            - Anonymous