I have forgotten what chastity felt like

Females are the weaker sex.  Like Eve in Mother Nature is so vulnerable to temptation and easily fallen prey to lust.

I've written a poem not bed full of roses but turn out to be torn instead.  A Love affair that wasn't so sweet after all if there is no true Love indeed.  But still being woman inside,  we fell prey to our mortal lust and sex desire that is entrapping us bodily!

I’ve forgotten what love like felt
In a sordid hotel I fell to his spell
I couldn't resist the desire inside
The room, the bed and dim light
All my senses slowly came to live
My sexual desire risen to a height
In bed I was left with no chances

I'm so vulnerable to his advances
Oh, the passionate feel of his hug
In his arms, I felt his dingy touch
His sweat inducing of a charisma
A manhood’s scent of male aroma
I ended up naked in bed for his lust
What I knew I couldn’t get enough
But the worst after our love making
He didn't bother when I am calling
Just so I knew that there's more lies
In humiliation he's hurting my pride
In still darkness there's always a fear
As I lay in my bed my eyes in tears
And I beg the Lord..........................
"Please, get this cheater off my mind
I want to forget and carry on my life''
Then he’ll call me to have more fun
Just as I knew there's shame to come
Conscience can't kill my heart's desire
A drop of rain can't put out raging fire
Oh, the price I’m paying for fooling
Each time I'm subject to his cheating
 And I beg the Lord...........................
"Please, get this Cheater off my mind
I want to forget and carry on my life''
But the worst part after love making
He didn't bother when I am calling
Just so I knew that there's more lies
In humiliation he's hurting my pride
In still darkness there's always a fear
As I lay in my bed my eyes in tears
 And I beg the Lord…………………
"Please, get this Cheater off my mind
I want to forget and carry on my life"
Then he’ll call me and want more fun
Just as I knew there's shame to come
Yes I'm afraid there's shame to come

Ada Shuling
Wednesday, 25 September 2013