Lust

If lust is truly the root of all sin,

I must be firmly planted in the world of vice.

When a beautiful girl walks by, I cannot look away.

Like sugar on the tongue, she dissolves into my eyes

And lights up my brain.

And if she gives me a smile,

Like a tightly wound child’s toy

My soul springs towards the sky.

Some say I am damned.
I say, flesh is my salvation.
Better to taste the pleasures of this world now

Before the flesh has rotted away
And prayer is our only affections.