Her Victory: An After-effect of His Lust

Lust was the driving force,
Love, I am sure, took a back seat.
Lust steered the desires in him,
Losing self-control, seduced her into it.

She resisted, wanted to say no.
She loved him, wanted him to be by her side.
Still she refused, he went away.
She cried in grief, he didn't bother.

She struggled with the past memories,
He knew the extent of her love.
He tortured her, tormented her.
But at last came back.

Happy was she, her love won him finally.
They stayed together and built a paradise,
Until one day, he craved for it again.
She loved him, didn't want to lose her love.

She gave in, consented bodily.
But, the mind refused.
He saw the divide perhaps,
And walked away again.

The wheel of fortune turned.
She didn't cry, she didn't regret.
Just felt bad. Made a decision.
To climb high. Struggled, labored.

Success came with the strong will.
Past was forgotten, when she climbed the golden hill.
He saw her. Much ached his heart.
He called her, but she had united with her Prince.

He was envious, she was free.
He was desperate, but she went further up the ladder.
Success was her Prince now.
And he a villain. She threw his pride and emerged victorious.