Heels and sin
She is to him.
He paddles
Without saddles.
And cares not
For what
May be,
For he
Is in his stride
And can not
See
Beyond the pond,
Where those who ride
In waters hot
Oft times find
They lose their mind,
In a momentary desire
To play with fire.
And the cost of lust,
Is dust.
Saddles
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