Its the second glance that captivates the windows to your soul
As you gaze at its appetizing physique
Hooking you to its magnetic field
Like the persistant pocket-pull of an antique in a boutique
Like an acid, it gradually corrodes all your defenses
Leaving your mind in a hazy state
As you begin to meditate on its mouth-watering taste
Causing your buds to salivate
Eventually, it has your motor neurons transmitting greenlight impulses to your effector
And like a slave, you willingly follow as darkness pulls the chains to your slaughter
One bite entices you to the next in a surge of temporal plastic pleasure
Its measure lasting no longer than a minor epileptic seizure
Compromise then sneaks in on its tiptoes
Perforating your faith with windows of doubt
As it adopts an up and down motion like seesaws
It is then that sin unbalances the equation
Weighing you down to the point of addiction
As your roots run deeper in the soil of lust
Consequently depriving you of your redemption
Sweet pine masquerade
Beware of the second glance
For every fall lies in it...
>> Jedidiah<<
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