She stopped me in a downtown street,
Pushed a tract into my hand
And asked if I would like to meet
The others in her happy band
And follow to the Pentecost

Her eyes shone bright with holy zeal
Her breasts heaved with sincerity
I gave a coin, turned on my heel.
She called out as I walked away,
Saying "I fear your soul is lost.

For you have walked the paths of sin
And set yourself against the light.
The Lord will welcome your return."
I lingered, we discussed my plight,
Haggling about redemption’s cost.

The room was warm, the wine was strong,
Blue eyes shone bright and pale lips flushed
Soft music played; a lover’s song.
I dawdled where another may have rushed
To where a threshold must be crossed.

Later on my love - worn bed she lay,
All doubts stilled in these serpent arms;
The Holy flame extinguished by
Nature’s urging and a sinner’s charms.
A desert flower watered by lust

Burst into bloom, her colours bright,
Soft body clinging like a vine
Truth she’d denied now was proved right
She understood the great design.
Sweet love had thawed religious frost

Religion makes war on human truth,
Binds beauty fast in prejudice
But the holy promise carries no proof.
When temptation tastes too sweet to miss
In Aphrodite we must trust.