A flicker in the eyes says more than words.

For lust is spread through every measure of the body.

A charming young man bewitching the charmed.

For a woman's heart pumps as her lips move.

With every word comes an infatuated stare.

As the man confirms,

A woman obsessed.

With a touch to her cheek,

Moving down to her chin.

As he grasps her neck, rubbing up and down,

For a lustful stare is never smooth and gentle.

To build sensation and deflower so violent.

Was it a taste of love?

An ingredient of innocence mixed with empty feelings.

For materialism and lust go hand in hand.

As love becomes a curtain for a young man's intentions.