Produce it to seduce.
And captivate to hold,
A mind finding it craved.
To keep returning back to it,
Day after day with no wishes to quit...
Is the reason why some appetites,
Are kept alive to survive just to seek...
That which is unique and qualifies,
To satisfy what has been desired.
Other than those substitutions to taste,
One takes to waste...
With a going through the motions,
Unmotivated or devoted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Totally agree! I love it.