It is the tale of a desperate dame: <br />Filled from head to toe, with the breeze that blows, <br />Subdued by her sensual self, she is game, <br />With the glimpse of every stud, her heart swiftly goes. <br /> <br />All the time she lonely slept, or was saved, <br />Nay, but caged, alone in her room; <br />Hanging on for dear life, drived by desire, <br />An inner wildfire, alone in her gloom. <br /> <br />Then her pale pal came and snatched, <br />Her keeper's soul, and away she broke free, <br />From her captivating chains and catched <br />Her whole, now in full control, finally! <br /> <br />She roamed the streets, night after night: <br />Seeking sweet love, in everyman's grove. <br />She then like lead, lost all her bright, <br />And was no more, the chaste white dove. <br /> <br />Till it became a habit, and her body a wicket: <br />To indulgence, thrusts, yearns, and bursts. <br />It has turned to an obsession, she did run riot; <br />All those years of oppression, an unfulfilled thirst! <br /> <br />She moaned for more, and for more she did covet; <br />Now seeking satisfaction, with her endless endeavors. <br />It was all on the house, nothing was the profit, <br />Every time she gave it all, as if it was the first ever! <br /> <br />And then bruises are all over, her body is all sore, <br />Couldn't handle the pleasures, in her viciously, they tore. <br />Hence, one night stands, so for Lust not to gall! <br />And that's the Fourth One of the 7 Deadly Reasons To Fall.<br /><br />Danny The Dreamer Boyd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/7-ballads-of-the-fall-the-virgin-the-trier-and-the-whore-clashes-to-ashes-and-lust-to-dust/
