Damnation and Redemption

Magnetic man of moral might,
Universally revered,
So Holy, pure and righteous,
Your sacred essence I desire.

Like moth to proverbial flame,
I'm drawn intractably to you.
I'd burn to touch untouchability
And be consumed within your Light.

You're ironically erotic--
My pure, impossible paradox.
It's your perfect goodness that ensnares me,
Your inviolability has become my welcome captor.

Your reverent hands, raised up in praise,
Evoke unchaste imaginations;
I fantasize of them between my thighs,
Probing deep within my needy, velvet folds.

Your solemn head bows down in prayer,
And it leads me to envision
Your fervent head between my legs
Bowed in a very different sort of service.

Your tongue, your voice, your lips!
Within your words I fall, spellbound.
Visions stir: your lips and tongue on mine,
Rousing warmth of soft, low whispers at my ear.

What is love if not convergence?--
When you find your highest values
Within one person who embodies
Every single thing your heart and soul believe?

Oh how I yearn to feel convergence!
Your manly body as it overtakes my own!
Our vessels used to fuse our spirits,
My tender softness yielding to your probing hardness!

You inspire me and mire me.
You are my goodness and my sin--
My love, my lust, my hope, my pain, my damnation,
And the one and only hope for my redemption.