Lust

It starts with just a single glance

Old unused eyes cast upon soft flesh

Skin like satin invade creased, crow’s feet

Wide, piercing gaze, plump, blood-filled lips.

You shiver in your stiff cloth robe

Stale proof age cannot possess youthful seduction

Holiest men have yet fallen to caress

The devils’ sweet, intoxicating, sin-full bliss.

Her dance stirred feelings in your loins,

Emotions so ancient, love has become void.

Not simply attraction, not an innocent infatuation,

It sickens, it hungers, a tantalizing dagger.

Insidiously, it comes as a creeping ill

Until soon, all you stood for expires,

Consumed by flames of delicious, hot dread,

Choked by smoke of exquisite, sincere lies.

Angels fall, men are corrupted, disgusting delights

“Why?” you cry, were men created weak?

Must I strive to restrain unholy thoughts

When Satan’s already won what he’s sought?

The hunger becomes starvation, ever growing guilt.

Murder seems simple compared to this fate.

“He must die,” you whisper to yourself,

The only way to gaining the prize.

Would you risk your holiness for her?

The answer seems to be resounding so.

Would you risk your humanity for her?

“For the very devil, indeed I would.”

But then can she be just that?

An angel of light and a demon?

Truthfully, she’s been both savior, and condemner.

A single touch may now seem harmless,

A whiff of her hair a game.

When burning passion defies all your reason,

Succumbing to spiritual death seems so easy.

Not joy, not happiness, only succulent pleasure.

God will pardon sins in the end.

Indeed, it starts with a single glance.

But ends with insatiable desire for destruction.