The story of Lust

She was the scarlet lady,
The one with a reputation.
She made men go weak in their knees,
and women leave behind their inhibitations,
She made people do the unthinkable.
Often she was called the chemical
that fueled attraction,
Or the sin that drifted people apart,
There wasn’t anyone who had fallen to her charm.
Yet, her name was spoken only as a whisper,
Or hushed into silence.
And when the world celebrated love everyday,
Lust, went to bed everynight
With a glorious smile,
Because she had what no one had,
She had audacity.

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