David's Unwritten Psalm
How dare I fix my sinful stare,
upon an Angel's beauty fair.
Must the heart be pure and just,
or quench the thirst of selfish lust.
Her every move like silky smoke,
every word she softly spoke.
Eyes like pools of dark desire,
pulled me deep within her fire.
Art sculpted by God's own hand,
to be the snare of foolish man.
One night in Heaven my soul to sell,
the price a life of living hell.
7/13/19
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest 20022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2019
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