An angel's form before me on the bed
So peaceful is her face, I dare not wake
That she would be perturbed by it instead.
As I have set and watched her sleep a while
I find in me a demon of the skin
Depraved and wishing only to defile
With scattered thoughts of raging, carnal sin.
But in my heart I know that I must wait
And fill my mind with less distracting things
And let herself, her need to rest, to sate
The she be blessed by vigor that it brings;
For while she is an angel unperturbed,
When she awakes, she's sinfully disturbed