Of all the wondrous things we daily find

In travels through our lives, the eyes behold

A miracle of beautiful design,

The shape, the human form of woman. Told

In liturgy that God created this,

The mind reels at the possibility

That nature set forward, that tender kiss

Could boil the blood of men. What vision be

More titillating than the beauty of

The female shape unto the eye of man?

And more often confusing lust with love,

He lies, or lays, or fondles when he can,

Unmindful of his object’s true desire.

His mission concerns only his own fire.


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