Lustful woman
And dirt from previous my men,
You makes me hurt to hide attraction
But feel and want to do the same.
So beat me, feel yourself much better
But you will come to me, I know.
And overcoming pain I'll scatter
In shame with you not proud and low.
My lust can lead me to offender
As well as leads to hated me
And we will die to be dependent,
And 'll be aware when we come in
The death with Hell and disapproval
We scared by but we cannot stop
As wish of pleasure is our true will
Away all reason, life and robe.
09/22/2011
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