Classic Poem

I SELL my body to all men;
Even the priest has purchased it,
With such an ecstasy, I swear,
As he denies the Infinite.
No crucifix has ever known
Such kisses as my lips enthrone,
And since I can from thence divine
That men who are the " sons of God,"
Must worship at the flesh's shrine,
I can be sure, beyond distrust,
Of one truth more: that God is Lust.