Sonnet Tease Poem by Granville Holt

Jealousy, like desire, is just a tease
For a wounded fantasy of blind lust,
Yet we must never put it to words, please,
If unspoken, the blame is then our dust.
Which we all know is beyond our control,
Why, it's in our DNA, Science says!
You see, it's only natural, our soul
Being, to satiate ourselves, that is.

Our flesh is weak, so we are not to blame.
So much easier to just enjoy, kiss
Temptation, and let her caress inflame
Sweet blindness, as you fall into abyss!

Now, we can let go with each wanton breath
As our poor sonnet rhymes itself to death!