The chargrin and the rhetorics, is what makes the heart bleeds.
The ear going out of its way to hear is what drives the darts through the soul.
The eyes feasting on the forbidden is what leave us feeling defiled.
The hand reaching out to touch that which is not yet within our remit is what leave us seemingly overstretched.
The legs striding towards the path of glamour is what leaves us with the cravings.
And the yearning of the tongue is what leaves us with the after bitter-sweet feeling.
My senses may I learn to tame, nonetheless mediocre shall I not remain.
©ebo_tawiah
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