conceit of David

as i watch myself
naked before the mirror
taking comfort in
every muscle and
bone that i have
to form this magnificent
body, God's work of art
my temple
my transport to this
place
i feel the greatness of
the Creator
of such beauty
and grace
every woman falls
before my knees
and beg
for pleasure

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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