You design your internal desires
To harass a person
without their consent.
You say you want to love a soul
So truly and genuinely for what they are
Yet your 'such love' slips
Through the cracks,
Turns to a lust, reaching out
To multiple souls for their external design

The momentary satisfaction
Makes you content.

But the spiritual vacuum
Now japes you little by little
Until you weaken yourself
Right enough to be a lamb
To your own ***** ritual.