By: Bryan Ricardo Marini Quintana
“Just this once” I muttered tentatively
“One more time” I whispered insecurely
“One last time” I screamed boastfully
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These were Empty Words that lacked Immediate Action
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It sparked out of pure curiosity
It changed into a habit
It turned into a necessity
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These were Senseless Actions that lacked Meaningful Words
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In time my pureness washed away
In time my vileness dampened fluidity
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A nude muse visited me periodically
Carrying neither wisdom nor beauty
Instead she caressed my body
Swaying me into temptation
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With a glance I became horrified of my creation
As the source of inspiration that manifested turned against me
Palpably realizing that I had cursed her into an abomination
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She flourished me with pleasure
She flashed me with thrill
She flaunted me with passion
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I became drunk of amusement
I became blind of addiction
I became null of lust
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My body instigated this past behavior
My soul dissuaded with future consequences
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I turned crude whilst my body decayed
I felt numb whilst touching my flesh
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My skin’s scales worn off
My skin’s layers burnt off
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With the morality of the soul stripped away
My mind was free of feeling guilty
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My hunger swallowed any fulfillment
As the body ceaselessly begged for excitement
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Before I’d comfortably lay back ecstatic of her
After I’d stressfully stand up fearful of her
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A nude muse visited me perpetually
Carrying neither wisdom nor beauty
Instead she mutilated my body
Forcing me into submission
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“Just this once” she muttered as I complied mortified
“One more time” she whispered as I obeyed distressed
“One last time” she screamed as I heeded frightened
The Western Voyager 