The devil’s hold is strong on me, mixing with my flesh
Temptation is what he calls himself, desire on me he press.
With beautiful faces & hard handsome bod’s
He moves & teases me, makes droop slip from my jaw.
Surely, pure white spirits turn away frightened
when soft untamed muscles tighten.
The pulse quickens and the body is shaken
by this unseen demon;
The Ghost of temptation.
by Dorlette Pierre-Louis
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