The Plague
It starts with a look.
An attraction,
a want,
a desire.
It looks good,
with smooth words,
and cool moves.
And you succumb to it.
It taunts you,
flirts, and
fills your emotions.
Giving into to your want.
You compromise,
you sacrifice.
Your time,
you efforts,
your mind,
and your heart.
Giving yourself away to
what is it you desire most.
It is not satisfied.
It's hunger grows for more.
Leaving, to find another victim
willing to give in.
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