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Let me set the scene: I'm at this bar/club sitting down taking a drink.
This beautiful woman approaches me and this is what I think.....
I'm not impressed by your sexiness or the temptation of your alluring fragrance I Inhale as you move closer to me.
I take another drink
I'm not that guy to fall head over stilettos, red bottom heels.
I feel more when she gives more than her physical.
I know that look in your eyes; I’m not surprise by the seductive tone of your voice.
I'm aware of what's inside of you.
Illustrious beauty many men have fell victim to.
I take yet another drink.
Controlled by what's not spoken of but felt in a predictable way.
Lust.
People often talk of HIV/AIDS but never the spirit of lust.
I trust not the heart for it is full of evil thoughts.
Sexual temptation, a battle seldom neither fought nor taught.
I'm really feeling this drink.
They blame our generation for images displayed
but how many grew to know the true value of a relationship built on Love.
Her man's caged in.
She caved in to the fact he won't be around.
I'm not talking responsibility of the free.
I'm only speaking of what was set in stone.
But on a lighter note,
I light a smoke, finish my drink and accept her advances,
Only because I’m not strong enough to ignore her sexiness,
her fragrance, her eyes, her voice as she whispers to an
intoxicated me, "Another victim".
Lilith's victory!
