Lust lifts her skirts, swells at the root of him,
Links them by heated breath and knotted gut
That writhes unto release. Lust coils from limb
To limb entwined, tumescent flesh aglut
With fevered blood. Lust crushes lip to lip,
And beats with frantic thrust and draw; Lust drinks
The sweat-salt kisses, holds the prey in grip
Of pleasured pain. Fair Virtue wounded sinks
Beneath the sea of Lust. Vainly the soul
Caught in the fire flails against Lust's toils;
Once tinder's lit, the flame is in control,
And without rein all fuel soon despoils.
Though passion may with sweetened speech arouse,
The breath of Lust is borne from charnel-house.
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