Regret

This is a journey of a slot

Paddling with a lust

Heading to the shore of lost

With an aborted trust

Despite the moment gargantuan cost.

She is burning like a fire 

Craving for a lust to conspire (with)

Without being cognisant of the consequences that may transpire 

After her parents lengthy words to aspire (for high in life)

All she salivates is that Balenciaga attire to acquire.

She gonna journey round the world with that lust lost–guy

The embodiment of sugar coated lies

In expense of severing her family ties

Opening widely her ought to protect thighs

For the wet moment that will soon, like desert, dry.

She mourns for today enjoyment 

An enjoyment of ephemeral moment

And withhold not her patient

Not to let her virginity plummet

By dipping herself in forever morrow of regret!