She cannot say what we did last night, <br />Or in the afternoon that day. <br />She cannot risk a hasty flight, <br />Of details where her virtues stray. <br />She cannot pay the price for sins, <br />Committed in her lover’s bed. <br />She cannot thwart her own wild whim <br />To suck on someone else’s head. <br />She cannot keep her own hands, <br />From groping for another’s touch. <br />She cannot stand her own dry lands, <br />With waters close enough to clutch. <br />And thus she gropes with dry hands <br />For moist soil to fill her land. <br />And disregards the price of sin <br />To play in bed, unleash her whim. <br />Just as we did that night, that day, <br />When she took flight and virtue strayed.<br /><br />Warren Augustus de Guzman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indulgence/
