Bawdy

This is our great temptation
That comes from our intent;
Into our inclination,
It follows our descent.

Of that which isn't mentioned -
It speaks without a word;
Within the heart intentioned,
In this it is preferred.

Without the clearest motive,
Our game continues on;
Inside our minds distortive
About what we will spawn.

In truth there isn't much
That we will not include
In sight and smell and touch
And hear with attitude.

The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out.