Lust

SIN

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

I see her, Deceiver, a believer in Fear~

She's lonely, and owned see, a product of tempt only

Below me, faith sown deep, testing me, it grows 'neath

Untestable, blessed inall, instincts are unquestionable

 

Does God want me to guide her?

Or the satisfaction I provide her?

Lucifer wants me to be the divder

Rule, control, conquer and ride her

No...

 

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

Confident, Competent, perfect body concomitant

redeemer, I'd be her, naive demeanor

So Begiled, it's wild, her faith reconciled

Saviour! but I'd savour the Sinful Behaviour

 

In scarlet, a harlot, yet an innocent mess

Lost and confused in God's given test

Me, She anticipates, Looking her very best

Lust is the feeling she's willing to confess

 

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

I will admit

I'd try it

My blessings

won't hide it

My children

confided

I'm too blessed

So I've decided...

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

She's living in fear!

SIN!

Devil's trying to steer!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

 

I see her, Deceiver, a believer in Fear~

She's lonely, and owned see, a product of tempt only

Below me, faith sown deep, testing me, it grows 'neath

Untestable, blessed inall, instincts are unquestionable

Confident, Competent, perfect body concomitant

redeemer, I'd be her, naive demeanor

So Begiled, it's wild, her faith reconciled

Saviour! but I'd savour the Sinful Behaviour

In scarlet, a harlot, yet an innocent mess

Lost and confused in God's given test

Me, She anticipates, Looking her very best

Lust is the feeling she's willing to confess

Does God want me to guide her?

Or the satisfaction I provide her?

Lucifer wants me to be the divder

Rule, control, conquer and ride her

I will admit

I'd try it

My blessings

won't hide it

My children

confided

I'm too blessed

So I've decided...

No...

 

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

SIN!

We've got a sinner right here!

SIN!

Devil's got a winner right here!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A song from the point of view of a God-fearing man when presented with the temptation of adultery, when the "harlot" is just as God-fearing and confused as he.

 

Appreciation of your Blessings and what you have already is the simpliest answer to the most complex feelings and questions.

 

02 October 2019 18:53 Collette WHITE

The Elephant in My Cell

You came at a bad time.

A terribly, terribly bad time.

You showed up the moment I couldn’t stand to touch you.

I was afraid you were never going to come.

I should have been glad you came, but why am I not relieved?

Is it that crippling fear that the moment I touch you, you fade away like a ghost?

Is it that you might be a whistleblower looking for an insecurity to use against me later?

Or is it that you are trying to distract me from tending to my garden before it dies of thirst?

 

I want to shout, “Why didn’t you come sooner?!”

I want to shout, “Where were you when I needed you most?!”

I want to yell at the top of my lungs, “Would it kill you to tell me what’s driving you away from me?!!”

But I am too nice. Too kind and gentle to scream and point to the elephant in the room.

The very elephant that a sorcerer pulled out of his hat and crippled both of my limbs.

 

I never wanted to call for help because it reinforces the notion that I should still be in high school.

I’ve crawled around all year avoiding the other teenage drama queens that worship dragons.

Seems like they forgot that dragons like to steal our fortunes and our hearts. Before they eat them.

 

Spending time with my open-minded little brother has planted a seed of doubt in my head.

A seed that gets me thinking that all love does to me is waste my time experimenting with false hope.

 

My imaginary nights with a fallen angel goes along the lines of;

“Yes, yes, honey, shower me with hugs and kisses. Oh, my love, how I yearn for you.

Pleasure me with your lust until the water in your veins runs out and you become a raisin.

Only then, will I toss you in the sun and wonder why the hell I’ve never gotten lucky.”

When will the water cycle end for the both of us?

What compels Venus to bewitch me to make bad choices?

Why else do you think independent seekers with degrees in hand avoid commitment?

Our grandparents and parents are more patient than our generation is now

Because compared to us, they tended to their gardens and their raisins.

You did a bang-up job tending to me by showering me with promises you can’t keep,

With complex wisdom about human nature, stories of your struggle to get your education over with,

And the snuggles and touches that I wished were real more than the chains I dream of shattering.

 

You’ve made this game look so easy, you know?

All that had impressed me about you lately is how you’ve lured me into your arms,

Only to neglect me without warning when the sun was at its hottest.

Part of me does not wish to see you go because I tolerate the pain that your absence has left behind.

You scarcely have time on your hands, but would you care to join me for a cup of jasmine tea?

It won’t take long. What I want to know next is what else is new that you have yet to tell me?

Kryptonite

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You can be my kryptonite

You can bring my downfall

Bring me to my knees

Pull the energy out of me

You can be the fire

That finally consumes me

Weakness or ecstasy

You could be my kryptonite

 

 

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Black Robed Maiden

A black robed maiden, born in a sacred world
With dreams and aspirations that swell’s her femininity
She intrudes in my innocence, my future is in her hands
It is possessed by violence and lust
My idiocy has lead me to this, it’s all upon me
In this darkened night, I fluster at the words of this minx
Her impudent flirtation is terror against my ears, the haunting whispers of a succubus
The pain and desire you give to me
You demand my flesh, so I’m your whore, you want my blood, I’m now your whore
Emasculate me, this is heresy, my humanity is now her slave
I can see heinous behavior in her eyes
All the victims she violated, fractured, that’s so precise
I can feel her icy heart beat through her breast
Ball-gagged, chained, chained, and whipped my soul is damned
Scratched and burned paralyzed with torment
She licks my wounds with bloody kisses
Her sadistic reign eternally through my nightmares, will I ever sleep again
A chilling defilement makes her scream more and more
She-beast what emotions are and not felt
You demand my flesh, so I’m your whore, you want my flesh, I’m now your whore
Her nature is something I can’t comprehend, an act that I will succumb too, pressure in her being soon to be released
This is incarceration
I’m trapped by her savagery, I’m now helpless
This ancient mythology shatters everything
She knows no shame, I can’t escape
She wants to feel me so she can take me
She only wants what she can control, forever branded because I’m hers
Her source of energy, her source of deserving
Crush me, chaotic lividity
She wants to have me, violate me, in this stranglehold she is queen
I’ve barely eaten for days, dehydrated my strength is drained
All I hear is her cries of joy
I’m in disbelief, this is shocking, I cannot plead
Pulled an lashed by my hair and body
I will never be spared, a malevolent witch unleashing physical torment
It’s too much to bear, this is her brutal show with no grief till the end of time
You demand my flesh, I’m now your whore, you want my blood, I’m now your whore
Through your lust you’ve created a man who is now in love
You will never leave
My primal urges have intrigued you now
You are cunning seething in beauty
You have conquered me, I live to serve

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STAG FILM

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It’s official!

 

I’ve transitioned

from getting old

to being old.

 

I was at

a bachelor party 

watching a stag film.

 

Everyone was hootin’

& hollerin’

over the action on the screen.

 

I was sitting there,

incredulous look (I suspect)

on my face

thinking, “Damn!

That position can’t be comfortable."

 

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She beheld her Grace

 


Before his love,
she had been afraid
before his touch,
she had been ashamed

Mirrored in a gaze,
stormy blue
she beheld her Grace,
in clear view

He awoke in her a song
long repressed, so natural
then a dance, demanding rave
with beauty, raw and sensual 

He made her feel safe in love,
to yield to body and voice
he taught her it was always
something meant to be rejoiced



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I Don't Know How It Goes

What do I write about?

The story of my life!
I don't know how it goes, do you?
It's a matter of question to you and me to ponder on.
This side of eternity once given is true........or false in ones perception of it all.
Do you remember or is it I've forgotten in all this distraction freely given, to what ends I do not know.
Make believe is what it is I think. It's here in one moment and gone in the next.
How could it be anything other than
Games, we all play them, in hopes to gain some more of it.
Of, 'it'!, whats 'it'?
Life I said. Don't you remember?
or have you forgotten what it is, what it's all about.
I'll tell you what, lets make believe that I am you, and you are me.
Okay now, tell me about your life.
I don't know how it goes, I've forgotten you.
        
             Copyright 2018 by RW Erskine
Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Broken Puzzles

In a unforgiving
train of thought
I lay my head
to weep
upon my pillow
Which comforts me
on the horizons
of my mind
I put together
puzzles
of broken pieces
and never realize
How many of them
are missing.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Animal Inside

Women are animals
It is in their nature
So if you respect the woman
She might show you
her the animal inside of her
So RESPECT the woman
So she can free her naughty side

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Be an animal for love

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