Disambiguation - Indian

It’s a way, a habit

With fast exposure

Now the tongue unties the knee

For a smell, a taste

A foul taste

Now a women’s reputation

Cut roughly while resisting

This pattern, is a design

In a design, a design

Now all thoughts are perverse

With the joy of all things unnatural

For I can’t change a desire for filth

When destruction reaps it’s will

All disease, anxiety, obession

Reviled perfect, like a compliment

Immediately it ruins you

For and from all purity

Don’t hold out on me

I am your

You cannot ease into existance

to languish