NO.

Even the heavens wept at the insult;

The loss of the purity, my innocence,

How could you do this?

How could you?

It was you

And it was me,

Those gross evenings,

When you taught me things!

Of touch, of longing,

Of lust, of desire,

Of the fall of human beings ,

I had never known so long,

But why did I have to pay the price,

By falling prey to your craving?

The sultry afternoons, the warm airs,

The smell of sweat, and of murky lust,

Polluting me and my world;

Why did it have to be me?

In the evenings when dust flew in the air,

And lights blurred the lines

Between darkness and desire.

Desire desire and desire.

I am sick, I am troubled,

Leave me alone.

I desire not to be the object of your desire!

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.