What moral I have retained and thence I’ve lost bodes corruptible. A profession recalling one and many liable deeds I’ve done…
An accorded moderation and bond whilst confronted by temptation; then is trust confounded and you’ve fallen for the waking of your latent skin. Forward comes a heated ripple, cast of foundless youth and saccharine sheathed in rich downy against your will. You’re enchanted.
And soon the world lords over you instead. Nude before the measure wrought as your old loved ones.
