Control - Poem by Peyton Webb
Cold, in a warm in embrace
Feels Like he's fallen from grace
Asking why does this happen to us
Suddenly they give into the lust.
He tries to fight
but it feels so right
He wants to scream
but his voice is locked up tight.
As he hears the bell toll
He feels like he's lost contol.
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