TEMPTATION PULLS

Temptation pulls, the fiery flames must burn
In passion like a sting across the sky -
Consumed in sparks to yield the jabbing cry
At every merely fleshly aching turn.

Oh! But when the deed is done, that hour past,
When silent breaths have slept awhile, been still,
When bodies’ demands have shuddered out their fill
In vague disquiet I wish it were the last.

To be so torn by fierce force through my mind,
To act in strangest ways from what I see,
This turmoil chafes at what I think I find.

Seems then to me most am I the most blind,
Seems then p’raps from me most must I break free,
Seems then, God, were you to me most unkind.

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