Dark emotions tingled,
On the edges of his heart.
Passions filled with power,
That could tear a man apart.
David smelled the atmosphere,
And knew that she was near.
Clinging cloying perfume,
Was the scent of heaven;
So he feared.
Bathsheba---the one he loved.
Bathsheba---the one he wanted.
Bathsheba---she who he would spend is life with;
The problem---her husband!
His love was like a vortex,
Or (his) lust, we may never know.
It whirled inside his stomach,
Danced below his navel,
Constricted his testicles,
And made his bowels tight.
This love or lust or what,
Who knows?
He knew he had to have her.
The price, he did not care.
The feelings in his bosom,
Were a fire, liquid gold.
A strange new wild sensation,
That danced like tendrils in his brain,
Charcoals on his spine.
He had to have her,
Though it was forbidden.
Though he oft epitomized,
All that Yahweh taught,
Though he was the leader,
Of the soul of Israel,
He knew he had to have her,
And would break near every rule.
He knew he had to have her.
God's frown would not deter him,
From this love or lust.
Who can say?