Eyes linger too long
Inclination stings
Conscience says it's wrong.
The self splits dreadfully
between faith and restlessness
Am I untrue, where is the evidence?
Youth is temptation
Arousing the memory of earlier times
Her ways distracting me in their prime.
What appeals is prohibited vividness
Tis the power behind this impetus
flowering private fantasies.
Thoughts and gestures are quickly censored
All reactions are observed and measured
They leak out like forbidden perfume.
Desire and duty
Separating the self
devotion or alluring beauty.
Two demolition crews
Aiming to destroy each other
One your love, one your possible lover.
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