Concupiscence

I stood before the broiling sea, waiting for the storm,

I stood before the ancient moon waiting for its call,

I stood before the howling wind waiting for its cry,

I stood before the gates of hell waiting for to fry

I stood before the pearly gates waiting for the day,

I stood before my lovers form waiting for her play,

I stood before my conscience bare waiting for release,

I stood before my old desire waiting for me to please,

I stood before my ancient years waiting for a spark,

I stood before my wilting form waiting for the dark,

I stood before my stupidness waiting to perform,

I stood before her reclining form waiting for my fate,

I stood before as she said, ‘You’re past your sell-by date!

Note; the poem form is to repeat the opening phrase repeatedly