I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby
and a member of the educated Elite.
In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories.
I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year.
I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy,
until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)
Let’s get poetic-ish..
I said,
“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying.”
Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?
"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
Celibacy in marriage is a choice made alone..
By a partner whose given their body, mind and soul to atone.
For someone else’s shortcomings and insecurity..
With all that I’ve experienced I don’t need to validate
“ME.”
As for me after 4 kids,30 years of marriage,5 Grandkids sex is just another distraction…
Fit for men to accuse you of a deed or action..
To cover their own blemishes while gaining from someone other than their self..
Yes I’m happy with this personal choice in life that I’m making to be put on a shelf.
Cause I’d rather have my body in tact while they losing they mind..
For a woman’s worth should not be based on sexual favor or the size of her behind.
oh god is this choice
~
taking a huge leap of faith
only to abstain
By
David Kavanagh
crispy emotions smogged sans thoughts
dripped solutions damping draws
on the innocence of the naked ape
bathed her in flaws, flap-doodles create.
A stride.
Moistened feet pasted
prints on fractured lips
on the terrane tried
corruption of texture
deflowering structure
yet she celebrates celibacy
turning suitors down;
"I'm a virgin"
her chant, her song
forgetting the sexual congress
colonialism had held with her in her bed.
19:10:07:08:45
"Celibacy"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's been eight years....WOW
I want some nookie, and i mean like now
But how, when my only aim is to Provide Him my Service
But Angela, Rebecca, Kim, Sandra....they always seem to surface
And my purpose is simply to Do His Will
And my temptations, I keep them concealed
But I feel satan saw when my manhood reached its peakness
Because his weapon of choice is woman, my only weakness
I couldn't deny the freakness, but I always told the truth
If one of them reads this, she will be the proof
And by them I mean the ladies who have had the priviledge
To xxxperience Eric's naughty pilage
But alas, I had to restrain, women drove me insane
Now my search is for a LADY who won't do me the same
She must KNOW Christ, The One Who Gave me Life
Then I can learn if she was born to be my wife
Because I am determined that when I find my mate
It will be her destiny to become my fate
Because we will Live With God, And God Is Love
And because of that I will never shove
You know what into who knows where
And ALL that she has, I refuse to share
For I would be hers, and she would be mine
And if you are her, make yourself easy to find
Celibacy
Buxom spouse desired of most any man
His love his life must nature wash away
Voluptuous swaying hips man’s eyes scan
His gaze into those hazel eyes doeth sway
Fleshly desires it seems always that way
Must man’s decay be of uncertain life
His children’s seed of wife he loves this day
His world is peril spent of the mind’s strife
~~~~~~~Volta~~~~~~~~~~~
Hails celibate Spirit of divine knife
Celibacy’s love returns as our Dove
By transformation’s mental sacrifice
Renewed of condition a mind of love
Triangles of love a spouse and or God
By celibate choice soul of love is shod
For and in Honor Dr Ram
And Contest: Spenserian Sonnet
I respect myself therefore I'm respecting you
What I wouldn't do to me I wouldn't do to you
Our love can be celebrated by our celibance
We don't have to have sex to prove its true
Me giving myself to you and you giving yourself to me at the right time will prove
its truth
A moment of passion soon will past
And those feelings don't last
Me and you minus the sex is better math
A relationship without the lust is the better we can have
Just think if you get pregnant I'm not ready to be a dad
Beyond that and disease
Think about who we are trying to please
Without God there would be no you and me
Sex before marriage in this world is common
But sex before marriage in our world is a problem
So what if so society is numb
We march to a different beat from the drum
The wait can be frustrating but in the end its worth it
If you don't understand you will when you know what your worth is
I see her, glowing
Amongst the church-goers for
She’s too beautiful in her Sunday’s dress
That she became the fixation
Of my brown eyes
She sings, with harmony, the psalms of praises
To me she confesses her sin
But I cannot set her free, from judgment
Yet surely, I can make her happy
Till the last days end
Perhaps I should….
Let her know of my own inequity
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