My fingers burn at the tips
At the sight a flutter of heart
Itching for a taste
Just a little
Please?

No
No you can't
You must be strong
Turn away and then calm your heart
Soothe your fingers; feel the cool.

Oh, indeed how you will struggle
You will surely feel the lingering pull
You will feel sad
But proud of
Courage.

Strength
You have it
You have shown it
You carried on when missus temptation kissed
Now breathe steady; wait for incoming.