Gazing at my unmade bed
As a chill breeze
Enters in, I remember dead
Love. and girls who please,
(Though not for love).
Nor do I love
Such women.
But when we partake
In lust
Man half-believes
He can escape
The dust.
For lust deceives.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. And greetings to you from a wet UK!
So it is. I love the last line too. 😉 Thanks Kevin, have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem. You too, have a good weekend. Kevin
Hi Kevin, I like this poem very much.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m so pleased you like this poem of mine. Best wishes. Kevin