This civil day and age.
We´re sniffing repression,
The hunter and the lover in me
must stay at bay.
This mind the world teaches
to be normal.
The black and white perceptions
of factual greys.
Must our hearts be formal?
My inappropriate stare
the elegant skin on her neck!
In my heart a constant storm,
Potential love we can not have
though we feel it like heck.
The world triggers yet bans our instincts.
We seldom check!
If the sin is to give in to them,
Or not let them put it to the test.
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