Beauties Upon Beauties

Raging, my lust burns for the harlot
Upon a screen, with her breasts' crease 
There, in luxurious fashion, like twere for me.
Her dark tan, and her beautiful face
It sends me spiralling in prayer to the LORD.
"LORD, give me a woman like her
"To remove the lust from my flesh
"So I may meet her in my bed, and we shall
"Bear children, instead of Thorns and Thistles
"Of dreams, where I make love and furious grows my desire."
If you understand this, lay your hand upon your mouth
And press, for you know burning desire
Like I, like I,---if a saint a saint may be
You shall know I wish a woman to be wedded to me!
If I be a saint, yes I, shall you therefore understand
That beauty entices my soul like yours
And the honey and nectar of my love's sweet bosom
I wish fair, to be naked before my face
Lying down in between her---
Yet, my entire entourage wishes to take it from me
For they say, "He is weak, therefore, he shan't breed."
Yet, you who stole my work away, you who robbed me
You who try to make the visions come to pass...
The LORD shall give me a land more beauteous
Than her, whom you wish to taunt me with.
And I shall have her, and eat her fruits
And be with her, wedded to the Land for eternity.
Yet, upon the Earth, I wish the thorn in my flesh to cease
And be taken from me... and perhaps it will this time.
For, the raging desire in me is evil,
And God will uproot the thistles of my sins.