lust
Just a Little time for its advent,
Never yielding but still didn't relent.
Now the wish she grants
For the spirit there are still wants
Materials are being bought,
Showing the perfect gentleman she always sought.
The crave in his mind she knew not.
Carried away with luxury,
She didn't remember her morals from nursery,
Hell was let loose,
As for him out he cruise,
She was left alone to take care of her bruise
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