Triple Stage Darkness
I
First there comes a gentle flirt
That passes unaware
To darker chambers of the mind
And dwells without a care
II
Next there comes affinity
Where flesh conjoins to flesh
Like lapping waters of a lake
Whose scent of fish is fresh
III
Then there comes the sacred lie
That soul might touch with soul
But lust corrupts where loving lacks
And sin destroys the whole
-jwm
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