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  237.     

Villanelle: If Only The World Were Such As To Be Just - 1

Villanelle: If only the World were such as to be just 1

If only the World were such as to be just
Then all girls would be born all all beautiful
And men would be the lame laid sex without lust

If only the girls were all all free as dust
And men could pick and choose and ditch them sackful
If only the World were such as to be just

If only in test-tubes girls their eggs entrust
Then men would much work find their clawing hands full
Would then men be the lame laid sex without lust

If only lifelong hour-glass shape girls love must
Through whirls twists and twirls be not at all bashful
If only the World were such as to be just

If only the girls in their joints did not rust
While men could lay themselves down just wonderful
Would then men be the lame laid sex without lust

Would men then cheat on spouses neglect thwart trust
And at every swaying dame steal an eyeful
If only the World were such as to be just
Would men then be the lame laid sex without lust

T. Wignesan Paris, 2015
 
T (no first name) Wignesan

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  238.     

Lust Has Always Been My Achilles Heel

Lust has always been my Achilles heel
I guess we all have weaknesses
Mine is when those pretty girls go by
With Short miniskirts, knee high.

Lust has always been my Achilles heel
But what can a weak man do
With a roving eye, always want to spy
Silk tights, oh, there's nothing to demystify.

A pretty woman dressed to turn heads
And breaks hearts will always
Make me react, act juvenile act crazy
Act without shame, disconsolately.

Lust has always been my Achilles heel
Oh, I've often asked myself
When will this all stop?
Is it because, I'm a shy, retiring astronaut.

Oh, lust has always been my Achilles heel
But now I'm bifocal, it gets harder every day
To see all these angles passing by
Oh, abandoning me, leaving me alone to barfly
 
Mark Heathcote

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  239.     

Lust To Dust

Dirty hearts carry greed and lust
To get the taste they can just burst
Humans when go down are the worst
Bodies made of dust will embrace dust

Eyes take and give lust up to the brim
Wise is that who can control and trim
Vice creeps and acts in the darkness to dim
Situation becomes more morose and grim

When lust enthrals blood to vicious assault
Wine acts as a catalyst to give taste like salt
When the criminal fails to stop and to hault
When all blunders take shape of just a fault

Flirt and lust when just burst to real rape
Man and woman beome Satan in the shape
When man in intoxication grabs the grape
Then humanity finds just no place to escape


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 
Col Muhamad Khalid Khan

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  240.     

Lust And Love

Nothing! There is nothing,
Wrong with love.
Something! There is something,
Right about lust.
You caution me not love for one
Unless I share with a bad guy.
You can my neck grab yes
When my eyes are rotten in lust.
Never, call me a bad boy
When I start love in joy.
Fool! Fool I am when aloft dreaming
Is to finish a lady off.
When you see love rooting in me,
Too young, dont say!
Scorch me with a
Hot stare when turning lust butter.
True love never fantasize.
True lust never cost a dime.
 
Kelvin TakyiBobi

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