The Jezebel Factor
written by: Edward McCloud
Your dance, mesmeric to my blood, your scant and scarlet attire arrayed with jewels and gold,
full breasts, tight navel, perfect hips, exotic face, wild hair, erotic eyes –
with your fame blazed across the thousands of men mad to have you,
our sin is already committed in my heart, Jezebel.
Passion flows from me to you lust ward. Fleshly beauty
swirls from your person as you do well the work
of your so many devils. How dearly I have come to know
the heart of a harlot is evil. At this the fork of my decisions,
on the occasion of your asking, I pass, Jezebel.
I could never be as strong as St. John, still I see with my own eyes
your sexual enticements are entrapment unto your Lord, Satan,
and your lips an intoxicant to submission
and your body a door to hell, Jezebel.
‘Though now I live in Babylon, it won’t be long
before I travel on seeking the company of women
who live in true beauty without your mark against my soul, Jezebel.
I fancy myself neither saint now holy man
for in my imagination, countless times and ways
I have made love to you and in reality with others.
I regret but do not forget my past whoredoms.
Now, I aspire to be the man whose vacuum can pull you to freedom.
I pray for the day you want me as much as I once wanted you,
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