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What If ?



Fear of lust, on my mind.
I will bust, given time.
A steamy kiss, once in a dream.
Might be remiss, or so would seem.
If I relent, and sate desire,
Passion spent, building fire.
Pleasure bought, leads one astray.
Deny want, another day.
Sometimes lust, stifled now,
Enhances trust, but furrows brow.
Fearing lust, is fearing life.
Release, a must, inviting strife.