When with lust I am smitten
To my books I then repair
And read what men have written
Of flesh forbid but fair
But in these saintly stories
Of gleaming thigh and breast
Of sainthood and its glories
Alas I find no rest
For at each body rare
The saintly man disdains
I stare o God I stare
My heart is stained with stains
And casting down the holy tomes
I lead my eyes to where
The naked girls with silver combs
Are combing out their hair
Then each pain my hermits sing
Flies upward like a spark
I live with the mortal ring
Of flеsh on flesh in dark
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