A Weak Vessel Poem by maxwell julio mlenga

tempted by her charms
she holds my very purpose
and slid it with her palms
awaiting for my response.
without the slightest pause
her lonely breasts unfold
reviewing flappy balls
mine heart cannot hold.

trying to resist
her pleasant wickedness
she still does insist
to be an adulteress.
i know it is all wrong
but man is truly weak
for that which is so strong
cant fall on women trick.

taken in her chamber
and sin is quickly born
and i become a member
of hearts made of stone.
those we love betrayed
by seconds of delight
we meet them and we lied
we were working late at night.

had it not been adam
accepting the fluit of life
things would never be the same...
none would sleep with someones wife.