Lust - Poem by kwane Lamb
To be in lust is Childs play leading to self destruction…a relationship unfolding in pretense…one’s eye’s
Bigger then his stomach…as to speak…the male or female hunger for closeness of sex…wanton
That over whelming need…(I don’t wan’na) in your baby voice… in your head…One’s body is a GOLDEN RING…it’s up for grabs…One must learn to protect it…with WISDOM/intelligence…(DO YOU WAN’NA?) …or just be handled.
“When one's mind dwells on the objects of Senses, fondness for them grows on him, from fondness comes desire, from desire anger.
Anger leads to bewilderment, bewilderment to loss of memory of true Self, and by that intelligence is destroyed, and with the destruction of intelligence he or she perishes“…(unknown)
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