Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
The love of Eve
Has made many a slave,
Adam got deceived by her gift,
Today we enjoy our ancestral sin.
Lust isn't love;
And love isn't lust,
Eyes feast on what they see,
Untamed libido the driving force.
Singles and married
are stuck,
Lust lives in many hearts,
Though pretense may cover it.
Many boxers wet,
To the imaginations of their hearts,
Some hardly sleep,
Without sucking nipples.
Many dreams aborted,
From the sweetness of thighs,
Some scream in sadness,
While their families are starving.
There's no glory in the thighs,
Whether you scream or shout,
Though a sweet sin,
Sin deflects your glory and dreams,
Eschew or convey your cross of misery.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2024 03:54
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on the lust of the flesh. Many are caught in the web.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Good write.
Craving and aversion
Born of the ignorance
Of separation
Seven sins possession!
Beautiful!
Thank you for your comment.
Lust, passion different than love have been the ruin of many and the sadness of many a relationship. Good write
Thank you for your constructive criticism.
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