Celibacy

The signs are obvious; I know you want me.

Your eyes are heavy with desire.

Your every breath draws mine from my chest

As it rises and falls, like your swollen breasts.

Even from afar I can tell your mouth is dry

From the flush when you first saw me.

I can see it water now, a wet cavity crowned by quivering lips,

On your face, and between your hips.

I can almost see your naked thoughts,

I can almost hear you scream and moan,

I can almost smell your sex.

Stop looking at me.

I am just a man.

You’re a test for the divine.

Stop, because if I fail

Just a man I remain.