The Old Wood Is Not Dead
Lust for woman hardly dies in man.
Its root is the sexual thoughts in the brain.
Lust for woman deeply lies in man
Even after cessation of sex acts.
Flowers lost, leaves lost and stem lost, stays the root.
Hands and mouth under the supervision of eyes
Are the undying sexual organs for man.
Eyes are as cunning as they were before.
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