The Soul and Desire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Soul and Desire

The Soul and Desire

Within a dangerous inferno burns
For the touch of her flesh my body yearns
Such a desire I cannot satiate
At every sight of her I conflagrate

To have her soft flowing lips of red wine
Pouring her glowing passion into mine
Her emerald eyes speak of her desires
From a hunger through her eyes she perspires

Shall we get ready for the fire of hell
For a mere moment in her bed to dwell
To be in a momentary rapture
Yet to be denied is evil torture

If flesh greater than the eternal soul
Prior to the point when death takes its toll
Can the soul be burdened with acts of flesh
By rules considers it to be excess