Still Calm Voice

Still Calm Voice

It was the devil that lived in my eyes,

That told me to taste from her lips,

My heart wants to sleep over it,

But my skin aches for a tip.

He told me to prove my Manship,

A still calm voice resisted

But my pleasures keep pushing me to prove,

Now I'm a man, but still half a man

I'm a man created to be capable,

My fetish pleasures make me feeble,

It makes me taste from her pot,

And added more to her condiments.

I sow into her a living seed,

Atlas I desperately wish I never sinned,

Who now bears the blame?

The devil in my eyes or my pleasures?

No, but on me for heeding not to the still calm voice.

Now I'm dead,

I died twice,

My faith than my body,

I wish I never obeyed my eyes,

As I sadly expect an heir.

Wale Fidel ~(D'HolyPoet)