These morets are impositions;
even behind closed doors
some stranger's prying eyes of disapproval
urge you to feel shame
whichever way you choose to play.
Ashamed of your body?
I'd advise you to grow a thicker skin.
The motive of lust is a sin;
it gives you just cause
to be proud to indulge and give in.
Last night's means to an end...
The dawn of your new day
dictates when it's possible to buy absolution;
only religion is the common currency
before you're dead
amid all this hypocrisy.
In the meantime and for the happily-ever-after
goodwill towards another man
is a karmic ideal
you choose to strive for again.
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Jeffrey P Bailey
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