captured


The last one to leave was a brave one
The woman who straddles me now is captured
SEX, SEX, SEX is what I think of only
I took Love, and I wasn’t creative

I stripped it down to it’s bare minimum
To the physical aspect of Love
To all those urges and the human touches you miss
I took this and made it look lovely

So in the women came offering their hearts
And the guys were told to love with their penises
Women were no longer admired as pieces of art
Men expected their private parts to get praises

Love became something deviant
Which is fine until it becomes fatal
It’s all fun and games until someone derails
Someone flies off the tracks, and the idea of true love is gone forever

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