When I see the reflection of a pervert.
I feel the loose anarchistic strips of me move.
I ask out loud, how many hearts out there
are ruled by lust?
Hearts that pump faster or slower because a
nearby muse has landed.
Am I the king of this dirty kingdom.
Imagining each explicit possibility.
Is this purely my realm?
Have I become the manifestation
of the mindless dog in heat,
the wolf,
the predator.
Will my hunger ever subside?
Or will this curse hold me until
I´m old and ravaged by time.
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