A poem by Del (used with permission)

A fleeting glimpse of shapely flesh
Sets my blood to boil.
Why was it needful to wire me thus;
That I suffer this curs’ed turmoil?

The flirts and smiles of feminine wiles
Insults my struggling will.
How shall I be free of such control,
And this beast within me kill?

O Lord, how can I return to thee,
When this lust within me burns?
My spirit calls to thee for peace,
While the body for embraces yearns!

O Lord, forgive for habits past
Which brought me to this turn.
Make me, nay, make thee the master of my soul,
And grant me faith to learn

Del
 

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