Power is alluring, he said.
She gave him the power to exercise.
Lust is so luring, he yearned
She showered him with bounteous flesh.
Fame it is that I crave, he complained
She guided him in that direction.
He had it all
But still empty.
What did he miss,
Maybe love.
By the time he realised,
She had left.
For her own good.
She gave him the power to exercise.
Lust is so luring, he yearned
She showered him with bounteous flesh.
Fame it is that I crave, he complained
She guided him in that direction.
He had it all
But still empty.
What did he miss,
Maybe love.
By the time he realised,
She had left.
For her own good.
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