I can't want her, but I do.

I can't want her.

This emotion is contrary to my piety,
And its classification of morality and sin.
if man and woman are meant to be together,
the what does religion make of me?

Her soft skin seduces my body,
And her red hair entices my essence.
My hands long to be pressed in hers,
And to caress her beauty in my arms.

Holy angels turn their heads away,
and shut heaven's door to me.
Writing my sins with scarlet ink,
In the eternal book of adultery.

I want to explore every part of her,
And claim it selfishly as mine forever.
I want to unveil her ivory glory,
And give into the joy of pleasure.

The sacred scriptures testify against me,
Citing the flames of Sodom's transgression.
Their pages condemn my soul to damnation,
If I let go and indulge in my carnal intentions

I hold her too closely to just be friends,
And gazing too entranced into her eyes.
Her green pools reflect my yearning,
to intertwine our bodies together.

I can't want her, but I do.