This wanting heart is tugged by my feelings As soon as she enters my barren room. For it is special excitement she brings That shall certainly result in my doom. Her robe slides off as if doing a waltz Now displaying the body of Venus. I am overcome by my many faults! Possessed by thoughts my bed will comfort us. Adjusting her pose I touch her soft skin. Looking at her I see a glowing smile To place her head my hand is on her chin. Desiring her there can’t be denial! Her thick ruby red lips my brush does paint. Deep thoughts of those lips enveloping mine. My growing desire there is no restraint Of her delicious body I must dine. As if a drug addict I am controlled By painful desire toward each model. Mad, mad, to the Devil I have been sold To share a love and life I’m unable.
The full moon is high in the sky.
There is calm at this time of night,
Yet I’m not, I am sure the why.
For my body is wrought with fear!
Was told that fear I must control,
My life as is brings early death.
For reason I can’t meet my goal,
Will I soon take my final breath?
In the earth will that be the end?
May be better than current fate.
If soon my life I cannot mend,
When exactly is it too late?
Shall I just crawl back to my bed,
To simply wait for death to come?
But if there’s truth I have a soul,
Better I kneel, begin to pray,
To gain faith I’m willing to toil,
That time ’till end I can delay.
Is it correct for what I ask?
Not knowing what is best for me,
Is truly life’s most daunting task.
What ought to be done to be free?