How does one resist, in good faith,
The subtle, mechanical spell of lust
That at one moment seems only a passing appreciation
And the next becomes progressively consumate in thought
Leading to opportunity for deed
The world unravels itself in tangles of these affairs!
And at one point can the thread be snapped?
And where is the line to be drawn?
Are these the kinds of questions that have led us to cover
every inch of ourselves in cloth?
So that no man should ever have to ask himself?