Into the world of lust

I want to acquire you
To give in to the world of lust
To go all in or bust
It’s because I require you

I want you to take me
To order me around and tease
To make me do as you please
You will never forsake me

I want us to join together
To repent and forget about all
To unite in our body and soul
May this moment last forever

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No

No.
I said it once.
Do I have to repeat
The gravity of my decision?

No.
I said it twice.
That’s two times more
Than you deserved to hear.

No.
I said it thrice.
Perhaps the third time
Will be enough to disappoint you.

Yes.
I said it once.
And now you take for granted
My permission.

Get lost.

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The writing on the wall

Have you seen the writing on the wall?

It doesn’t tell about the people who must suffer
It’s not a story of a broken-hearted lover
It doesn’t portray hate against the government
It doesn’t spark debate on unemployment
It wasn’t scrawled down by a soul that wrings in agony
Nor by a woman fighting hard against misogyny

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
It’s just a scribble by a 12-year-old.

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Mr Bear’d

There was a bear called Mr Beard
And, frankly, he was always very weird
He didn’t shave, nor did he care
That his weird looks made people scared!

One day, he went out for a walk
When a fine voice began to talk:
“Oh Mr Beard, if you’re so brave,
Why don’t you have the guts to shave?”

He turned around to have a look
And saw a cat reading a book
“Why would I want to shave my fur?”
To which, the clever cat just purred

And leapt away without reply
Left Mr Beard wondering why
So Mr Beard, forevermore
Stayed just as furry as before

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