Ayoti

In shadows deep, Ayoti did roam,

His heart aflame, desire his home.

In lust's embrace, he found delight,

Yet unaware of its gripping plight.

With every touch, a fleeting high,

But deeper still, a silent sigh.

Bound by chains unseen, he bore,

In search of pleasure, evermore.

Yet in the quiet of the night,

A whisper came, a guiding light.

Through tears that fell like rain in spring,

He heard the truth, a sacred thing.

Lust, a mistress cruel and cold,

Her promises but lies untold.

For in her arms, Ayoti found,

A painful bondage, tightly wound.

The thrill of passion, now a curse,

His soul consumed by lust's fierce thirst.

With eyes now opened, clear and true,

He saw the chains, the residue.

In brokenness, he found release,

A path to freedom, inner peace.

No longer captive to desire's call,

Ayoti rose, standing tall.

Though scars may linger, deep and sore,

He walks a path, forevermore.

Learning well the lesson taught,

That lust's embrace brings naught but fraught.

So let his tale be a warning bell,

To those who in temptation dwell.

For in the chains of lust's cruel snare,

There lies a pain beyond compare.