The soul has much to say
Loss and gain
Never, lost a fight
Denied the pleasure, of tasting my own blood
Not one bone, of mine, come undone
Upon my flesh, nary, a bruise
There's a stronghold, guarding my heart
My eyes, are sensitive to deception
The soul of me, fashioned by His hands
God keeps my dreams, under lock and key
Undefeated, untouched...unbound
Tunnel vision, is that of my spirit
Surrender, must be wonderful
Yet, I can't afford to embrace love
...with a shelf-life
Then, I see her
My mind, the first domino to fall
Thoughts, of a midnight rendezvous, bloom
My strength, and soon my will, betrays me
She looks at me, from afar
Exquisite arrows, sensuous darts are lining up
My inner man, has a bulls eye, on his chest
Resisting her, requires an effort...beyond human
She brings her lips, within a heartbeat of mine
Her hesitation, lasts for an eternity
A kiss, piercing, my shield of fantasy
My evolution...a living, inferno
I am, conquered
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Loss and gain
Loss and gain
