The Sport of Water

In and then out
it cleanses
Gone will be the
grime
that time put there
after a bond
Be it of fond
adulation
Submission
Though unseen
it can be foreseen
that nothing lasts
forever
except pain
gained from lust
 and trust
that became a must
After that initial
Thrust
A baptism may absolve
the spirit
But the intention
unwillingly to
Mention
creates one Hell
of a detention
Detected by just a
Sprinkle