Celibacy Poems - Poems about Celibacy

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,...

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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...

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oh god is this choice ~ taking a huge leap of faith only...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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