of lust and greed

Like tempting

Whispers

Of a damsel, cursed, 

To call upon your name, 

Only to consume

Your lust hidden

Behind this solemn, 

Pretentious search. 

Greed calls you too. 

In the heed

To give you more

And more than more

And even more than that, 

Its not as if you're predisposed, 

Just that you couldn't contain

What could have been stored. 

//Nothing can be absolutely exclusive to us, we just have some parts to which we assign a considerable amount of importance in whose greed we ask for more and lose all of it entirely//