The primal youth

The virtues of youth in love
is but wax,
Their sexuality is but flames
of lust
That erupts like a volcano
Giving chase for a life dear.
Like a loaded fire-arm,
It explodes
Maddening the victim enough
To charge more and more
Without judgment.


The sealing wax melts
In the fire of the primal youth
And the fire then reigns no more
In this but a messy remain.

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