giving in
guilt on my lips
is all i can taste
it spreads threw the blood
like a perpetual plague
it forces its way threw
porcelain locust of hate
it bulids up inside
the unmistakable frustration
all i can do
is close my eyes
and let myself be taken
wash myself again
in the holly water of desire
and the lust threw my skin
continues to perspire
i know i could fight it
pick up my pride
but morals are circumstantial
and sex a temporary lie
let my instincts take over
eagerly fall victim
to the seduction inside
guilt on my lips
is all i can taste
it spreads threw the blood
like a perpetual plague
it forces its way threw
porcelain locust of hate
it bulids up inside
the unmistakable frustration
all i can do
is close my eyes
and let myself be taken
wash myself again
in the holly water of desire
and the lust threw my skin
continues to perspire
i know i could fight it
pick up my pride
but morals are circumstantial
and sex a temporary lie
let my instincts take over
eagerly fall victim
to the seduction inside
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legman:
awesome set!! 
razelove:
you misuse through, it would be neat if that achieved an effect, other then that neat poem, short, sweet, always good to add a new perspective to the old thought that we are prisoners of our bodies, not the other way around