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 […]

Who’s Lust?

Lust bite its slaves Thereby slaves pine away Lust is made master And master is lust:   Lust makes a slave, For Lust is slavery! Photo_credit: 1. lastwordnothing.com 2.roggersbibleblog (publishyourarticles.net)