Forbidden Pleasure
C.S. Lewis
Quick! The black, sulphurous, never quenched,
Old festering fire begins to play
Once more within. Look! By brute force I have wrenched
Unmercifully my hands the other way.
Quick, Lord! On the rack thus, stretched tight,
Nerves clamouring as at nature's wrong.
Scorched to the quick, whipp'd raw--Lord, in this plight
You see, you see no man can suffer long.
Quick, Lord! Before new scorpions bring
New venom--ere fiends blow the fire
A second time--quick, show me that sweet thing
Which, 'spite of all, more deeply I desire.
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