Weakened Lust

Did I sneeze achoo..
My guts out on slippery floor..
And went slide skating..
On tempestuous traps..

Weak is my desire..
Fantasy and lust..
Honeys that melt, on my lips..
With such ease

What eyes don’t see..
Oh nice!..
Nose do smell..
Hands do touch, 
Feeling contours, 
Of heavenly sculpture..

Tempestuous tempting..
Seduction on slippery ropes..
I was only born a man..

With weakened lust..