Engaging the Gear of Lust
At all women was he looking with a leer,
So evident too true and clear
You can this verify from A seer…
Even at women no longer near
And ones their hating eyes could spear
All of them passing off as “His Dear”
Save one he’d reserved “My Deer”
And would eyes into her sear:
A knife neatly slitting a pear;
God’s Seventh Law denying fear:
His sharpest lust The Engaged Gear.
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