To embrace desires

But I am that of a stuffed man

Who wears his faith

Fastened like that of a belt

Bucked with such profound uncertainty

Pestilence oh pestilence

Of undying desire

I pray that thou speak in sober judgement

Tis once the prayer of temptations demise

What fire by haps earthly water shall not out

Not I bring you thither

Where wit nor fancy remains

Just that of deadly desire which stains

I found not that of a contaminated stale

Instead that of ecstasy sweet ecstasy

Wonder where not I found such virgin soil

Which grow flesh flowers

I had known her

She had known me

Like that of hungry wolves of nearest wild

I take hands not to her

Yet she embraces that of my desire

Yes we both ignite unearthly fires 

As we both die, she perspires

Sweetest angel embraces that of my desires