Plaything

The study of destruction
Reveals a hidden chart
Of unbridled desires
And dirty rotten hearts
Was I your little plaything?
Was I your little toy?
Did you just take advantage
Of my playing coy?

The impulse of the carnal
It was warming up my blood
The pinnacle of pleasure
Until I fell in love
Now I must escape this
And scrape away the dirt
Let go of all my craving
To keep from getting hurt

By Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek The Poet

Not done intentionally, but this poem seems to go with my other poem, “Lighter”. A continuation… or maybe the opposite perspective? What do you think?*

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