Lust

It was a routine after office hours,

The scent of jasmine and mogra

Intoxicated me as I walked

Past those doors and knocked

On that blue one.

I enter and find her, secluded

Twelve or something, and

All skin and bones.

I felt remorse, but my libido didn't

Because the petals between

Her legs, slowly began to unfold

Making me tempt.