Another free verse poem. It is called "DESIRE" and I will not say much about it other than that.
"DESIRE"
Pleasing to your senses,
abhorrent to your soul.
Reason is abandoned,
when your sight meets it.
The sound lures you nearer,
to the sweet aroma,
Its touch electrifies you,
tempting you to taste it.
Who can resist the pull,
of a forbidden thing?
Purity is too hard,
and evil, too easy!
When reason returns,
and the sensations pass,
now you know Desire.
You know this.
Still, when would you dare forsake,
those Heavens that lead you back to these Hells?
By Dylan Grant
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