the odour of longing

odour
Adultery is not a perfume,
it is a stench and pungent,
it wreaks of lies and hides under veils.

Not a single morsel of flesh has to meet,
and you could be burning in hell,
whilst walking the street.

The easiest way,
is to abandon fetishes that don’t belong to you.
Wrestle your whims to the ground,
and bury them a noble burial.

W.E.

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