Blame Nature He's A Vulture Poem by Denny Moonde

Blame nature he's a vulture
the torment great
a modest life
comfort zone torn
charming words
her commanding smile
her rear while;
A milestone of pleasurable treat.
Street long winding.
Meandering mind.
Drawn to acquiescent flame of shame
love not a game
dating crime a life in prime
he's future authored
anchored to inconstant inundation
unhonourable thoughts
deeds terrible hes worth;
No better than a letter of credit
dreadful secrets that fill the closet
when she lays on his chest
his mind on rewind
crest fallen.
Another heart about to be broken
a monster about to awaken
his not a pardonable lie
she was a play time
an affair in a phase
his game a maze
will she love again?
Once he did pursue her
the chase game was magical
now hez’ over her
Opportunity beckons.
The horizon another direction.
The tickle in his nerves,
Temptation, attention of another
Stimulates him to the next adventure.
He should not blame nature;
for turning himself into a vulture