Tale of a Bad Boy
Master at seduction,
He was a slave of temptation..
Angelic, pretty faces,
Ripe, full bodies..
He couldnt resist,
He couldnt desist..
He had a sweet mate,
But his lust was too great..
Unmindful of consequences,
Losing all his senses..
He was always on the looking,
Searching and seeking..
For a pretty maid,
Or a sexy babe..
He exploited his sexuality,
While juggling his duality..
Until one fateful day,
When Karma came his way..
To end his bad boy days,
Turn his favourite reds to grey..
Did he mend his ways?
Or the same does he stay?
His next book shall reveal,
It shall surely reveal...??
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