The Lustful Tale

Shining light, in a dress so white

A thirst concealed, yet burning bright

A spell of beauty, a soul astray

What kind of game does this portray?

Silent lips, with eyes so deep

Secrets hidden, shadows creep

This portrait cries, this image screams

Where is love? Just lustful dreams

The picture speaks, but words disguise

Unveiling truths that haunt the skies

The world observes, yet none can see

The question of lust in hearts runs free

This fleeting charm, this magic brief

Blind to spirit, blind to grief

No soul embraced, no hearts were won

This lustful tale spares not a one