Lust Poem by arewa oluwole

As the wind flows, so it blows
And through the path of my breath
Trace it's step into the depth of my fragile heart
The Few glimpse and little heed my mind conceived
Amidst the many defiling features and unculture tones
That Spreading freely in the sphere

And like a manure, it quickly germinate
Slowly The seeds of the forbiden fruit
I belly as adam from eden

And Soon, it enthrone is reign over the lordship of my heart
Is pleasant wills slowly drip off the voice of my conscience
Then guide my immortal spirit far from near into mortal known

I slumber too soften into frighten night
And wake too sluggish to hunting days
I pride in the victories yesterday gives
Through divine doctrine and heavenly suplication
Rather than building tall and strong the wall to my heart
And lust will be no more