Undisciplined Desire
Have you ever, prior to Christmas, visited the Christmas tree,
Paused at your presents, opened them up, just enough to see?
If you have, I’m sure you’ll admit, that when Christmas came along,
Things didn’t seem quite the same, your feelings weren’t quite as strong.
Well, so it is with marriage, when, prior to, with sex we play,
For when marriage comes along, it’s an anti-climax, as they say.
It’s like something is missing, but what? Yes, things don’t quite swing,
Which is hardly surprising, given, sex came before the ring.
There’s nothing like unlocking what’s exciting to explore,
But things we have to wait for, we appreciate far more.
Whenever doors are opened, that is, prematurely,
We inevitably find, we’ve spoilt, what could better be.
Marriage isn’t temporary, it’s a permanent affair,
It’s meant to last a lifetime, hence the need to take great care.
How we enter into such, will determine its success,
But rather than remain here, if I may, I’ll now digress.
Imagine, that you’ve made love, with someone now not with you,
We’re talking: a one night stand, a fling, perhaps a few.
And let’s say, you’re married now, and you spot them in the street,
Tell me, how’d you feel, would you avoid them, or stop to greet?
One thing I’m trying to say, is, would you feel a sense of guilt,
Given that your marriage, on fidelity wasn’t built?
After all, you made love to others, now it’s somewhat too late,
You’re hardly the faithful type, as, for marriage you didn’t wait.
Thus, your marriage isn’t special, you’ve been intimate before,
It’s just another union, another port, another shore.
You’ve hurt your spouse already, for with others you have shared
What was only meant for one, and thereby, a flaw declared.
When you are making love now, do you, past lovers compare
With the one you’re married to; or perhaps, flashbacks appear?
Do you feel dissatisfied, was a past lover more skilled,
If only you hadn’t known, has delight been somewhat killed?
Doors opened prematurely, or opened when they shouldn’t be,
Eventually can lead to, much heartache and misery.
At best, they simply spoil, what much better would have been,
If we had simply waited, not let folly intervene.
Intimacy, outside marriage, was never meant to be,
It’s designed for lifetime bonds, that protect the family.
When it’s used outside its realm, it is nothing more than lust,
In other words, plain selfishness, on which one can not build trust.
Your body’s intimate realm, should be kept just for marriage,
You don’t flaunt it, or share it, you keep it in its garage.
Then when marriage comes along, to your spouse you such reveal,
And via such, a bond is formed, a unique, intimate seal.
This way, there’re no skeletons, no tales, no loss, no guilt,
You’ll have a relationship, that on solid ground is built.
And you will share together, what nobody else has shared,
Something private and special, something that can’t be compared.
Yes, so much more could be said; save it for the marital bed.
