Sinful Lust

Sinful Lust short poem

Uploaded by Tyesia Taylor


The troublesome soul is locked away and out of control.
The unforgiving lies drive you to a loose depressing pride.
The weirdness of lust is being swept like dust.
The spinning of the head is driving you crazy damn is that what I just said.
Laughter, pride, and joy he looks at me with care and then I say go ahead boy.
Do you really think I think, that this is real, oh my goodness man what is your deal.
I am in love, I am in lust, and I am deceived from the locked soul and broken promises I have received.
Captured and sealed with care and now I am falling in love with him but something is telling me don’t you dare.
Do you enjoy crying from all of that lying?
My, my, my look at yourself Try.

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I am a full-time Doctorate student. I am optimistic, loving, caring, aggressive, fair, and strong-willed. I enjoy reading and writing. I enjoy spending time with family and friends. I love being a mom.
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