Fire dare absurdly bare.
Dusk til dawn the day does wear.
Lust, roaring in bright red flames.
A desire given to men and their dames.

Adoring sweet, just plan trickery.
Lustful antics and simple  mimicry,
Consumed with flames of passion.
Lies are in fashion.

Burn for the heat.
High throne, take your seat.
Young Misses and Misters,
The souls engulfed in love's awful blisters.

Days go on, old today old the next.
Battles of the opposite sex.
The hassle of passion and progress.
Doesn't lead to success.

Must, he fancy her or she fancy him?
Each floozy driving on a wimp.
One partner does not exist.
These decision are a evil cyst.

Til' hearts do cross.
The one cursed is at a loss.
A blemish in the souls of ours.
A blackhead dipped,
in the aftermath of the stars.

Old story of rising from the ashes.
Lust is skin covered in slashes.
A war in which not one can win.
This is a seven deadly sin.