''Breath, Life and God Abide''

When I was dewy-eyed I longed for sex, a kind of sex fit for a male virgin who lusts for the head of a fair maiden regardless of what may then transpire next; but my quest for this sex became a hex and so I bedded a rough whore in sin instead and succumbed to the act often like a sex-starved satyr or male T. rex! “O God, wherefore have I spoiled my body!?” I pined and now rued the loss of purity and was aware of lapse from the inside and the lessons of this true irony. But so long as breath, life and God abide; Redemption saves despite that I have died.