A Sinful Thought

Such piety: a moral pledge, to honor love, a pious hedge.
But depth the core, the stir of sin, the stress of heart, a silken
Fen. And torn aflight, a lustful thought, an adder sly, an attic
Hawk. And cryptic waves, induce the pulse, a russet flame,
A psychic ghost. My sylph amore, the break of day, a silent
Ache, the paws of fey. And whet aflare, the soul adrift, a tear
To fall, the yen for bliss. And tepid urge, the source of pain,
A welted thought, a private flame.   

My pious muse, a moral pledge, to honor love, a cultic
Hedge. But broken wing, the ache for love, a silent scar, and
Bleeding drums. Thus the magic, a tear to gold, a source of
Light, to soothe the soul. And torch to heart, a passion fair,
The pulse of love, a friction flare. But tepid urge, the source
Of pain, a welted thought, a private flame.