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Mr. Sly


Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed;

the thrill of playing the two-tier game

is a flaring, formidable forcefield,

are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame

that fixate instinct on this path

to take advantage of your prey

(by all means but studious).

 

What plays back in the subconscious

must be ethical nothingness,

even more so affectionate weariness.

Is there chance to repent your habit

or continue as a confident, sexual maverick?

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KSOrchid39

I am a 21-year-old young woman who is happily married and realizing my path in the Lord's sight. I have come a far way from who I was in the past and I can only keep on growing!

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dajah_vu2123
Love how raw this poem is. One of my favorites.

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