A raw sense of desire reaches into the
Darkest Lair of Dare.
To Cuff the Hand of Deliverance..
from Common Fare,
is a shame.
Close yourself off to what peeks,
the Mind of Men.
Entering Realms of Unconventional Shares,
only condemns the blinding light,
that issues a final flight from life.
A flare of what creates the shape of a Thought of When,
starts your heart and will tingle your begin to be.
To speak with a Voice of Silent Record,
opens the values of the;
Weight of Time!!!
We have been!!
Shall We be Again?
Closed off from the freedom of a mere adventure,
of simple lustful desire.
I question the Stand of All.
Are we Sacred to the Quiet?
So behind, in the Hidden Scene,
one obliterates reason with the Lies of Desire, for obtain?
Yet.
In open venue of the Forum of Now,
denied is the pleasure of what you have claimed as,
"Faulty Minded"
as your appeal of never did wanes in the night air of done.
I Ask.
Know your Covetousness'?
As you are contrite and without honesty as a compass in your life.
Do not partake in what is not a Sin,
to only turn and cast disparaging remarks on...
'cause you've already been.
A Plight for Rare Difference.
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