Whips to my Strength

She is impervious to all my hints.
Threatening my very solitude.
Oh! But how she tempts,
Weakening my waning fortitude.

The thoughts of her lips are like whips to my strength.
And I am weak.

I've said 'no' many times before.
Must I continue?
Hard to remember why I'd said 'no'.
Is it important to hold true?

The thoughts of her hips are like whips to my strength.
And I am weak.

I ask myself why I so boldly hold back,
And no real reason finds me.
Every second comes another attack,
While I'm stuck to question in misery:

"What do I desire more, the flesh or the mind?"
Sometimes that answer is hard to find.

The thoughts of their lips are like whips to my strength.
And I am weak.

~ Tiss