When feel of sexual heat the spirit’s musings meet,
With soul and body blending into one,
Explicitness of speech
Too hard may try to reach
The essence of an act which must be done.
Words, words, words get in the way
Of a passion in its play
Till spirit, mind and body strain apart.
Patience, then, says, “Wait,
Contained be till that date
When looks and hugs and lips throb heart to heart.