Cleavage over Character

Desires sink into his eyes
The glance sets his heart on race
Body in tremor of the sights
For the cleavage is on his face.

Like an ant enticed by sweet
Ravished this heart is in contour
And desirable is cleavage to eat
Lo, in character he’s no succour.

Cleavages disappear
Colour fades away
Man lost in despair
Character is slay.

Born of a woman
Married to a woman
Bewitched by a woman
Saved by who?

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