I
Loved
You
Before
Sex
And
I
Will
Love
You
When
Sex
Is
Gone
MARRIAGE
~I would rather be in pain and remain heartbroken than to lust just once in fornication
I remain married to Christ~
12/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Flee this sinful snare like the plague
Overcoming it easily is not an option
Respect it for its persuasive power and pull
Never give it's magic a chance to entice you
It will give a thrill, but it is destined to kill
Christ is always with us providing an escape
And we best take the escape before we yield
Time for talk does not work in this domain
I and you are too weak to fight in this ring
Opportunities to fail always knock; so we must flee
Nothing in the realm of morality destroys quicker
PostedPoSoup091619
Mother,
Who is my Dad
Mama,
Who is my Dad
Madre,
Who is my Dad
Fornication
If you build your
Marriage
On fornication
You will have
Nothing
When it is
Over
I love fornication, but I refuse to do,
The dresses of the females often turn me to fool,
A jean or leggis with a pair of shoe,
A jumper or native that has just been sewed,
A fitted of cloth that depicts their view,
Physical looking at them, they are naked,
The weslip they use are dry,
The skin they possess are light,
All flashing at us like a street light,
Anytime I remember, I cry,
The chastisement of their act,
Which is often at tight,
All religion preached against that,
Fornication and adultery of their plight,
Uhumn, I will not but address,
Those that hide with religion, I guess,
Do they forget that the Lord is sense,
Always present at others absence,
He knows all that you have messed,
I beg, stop that, before the stress,
Which is awaiting for all the rest,
Who refused to fear God but display their sex,
I implore you to fear the God ooo, Shun all that and find a legal wife, to access a better life.
@ BELLO ABDULRAHMON AKA FARMER.
Passionate Footle
Long Kiss
Sheer Bliss
Size Does Matter Footle
Big boy
Sex Toy
Faster Footle
Lay me
Quickly!
08~18~14
Written For Andrea's Footle Contest
~awarded 5th place~
Her father said no,
But her eyes screamed yes.
Her body was the kind,
That needed no rest.
What is forbidden,
I desire most.
Especially a woman
With curves to boast.
I saw in her eyes,
Her wild intention.
For me to fulfill
With all my attention.
Later that night,
Guided by moon light
& the smell of perfume,
I crept through the shadows
& found her room.
A pebble or two
Found her attention.
The moment she saw me,
She knew my intention.
So I helped her down
From her window sill.
Her hand was shivering
From the chill & the thrill.
She followed me back
To my secret garden,
Where we made love senselessly
I beg your pardon.
She felt like a virgin
In need of my touch.
Her thighs held my waist
In the tightest clutch.
Daddy’s little girl
Was a girl no more.
In public, a woman
In private, a whore
Her legs were shaking
Beside my ears.
In ecstasy, screaming
Pleasure through tears.
After her climax
She whispered to me,
"Never mind my tears,
They are not of sorrow."
I said,
"I know my dear,
Same time tomorrow?"
As I walked into the court room
Whispers shoving past my ears
Sharp glances cut me like razor blades
Negative energy so thick in the air it suffocates me
Still they question – What is she smiling about?
Hate was charging me with attempted murder
Greed was first on the list of witnesses against me
Lust and Envy were being held in contempt
Prosecutor Strife showed up wearing a black suit and a lie
Fornication drew many pictures
Sin took a plea bargain, and testified as the prosecutions star witness
Assistant Prosecutor Regret, worked hard to compile a jury of my fears
Adultery yelled, “Hear ye, Hear ye, everyone rise, the Honorable Judge Grace presiding.”
Doubt wouldn’t stop staring at me
Vanity was the picture shooting court reporter
Salvation was my court appointed attorney
Forgiven was the only witness for my defense
Victory over the enemy was my attorneys closing statement
Free was the verdict that Judge Grace gave me
THE SILENCE OF A SANCTIFIED SONG
I was seeking and sank into a sanctuary
It wasn’t lonely although I was all alone
From there I went to a mortuary
And wished I was but rotting bone
No flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
Just my corpse in a coffin of brass
I still can’t say why I yearned to be dead
Perhaps I was weary of walking on broken glass
Within that mortuary everything was quiet and still
No shouts from the pious which religion quells
Suddenly I realized I was tired of always walking uphill
And wished to forever silence that old church’s bells
Right next to the mortuary stood that church of oak
With a congregation of fools and mortals be
In rapt attention the foolish listened as the pastor spoke
And in the very last row sat only irreverent me
I would not open a hymnal for my voice to sing
And to this day I still remain ever and always contrary
I smash rules and commandments to which the religious cling
Thus I left that church for the silence of the sanctuary in that mortuary
© 2011.…Poefree
My life was heading into an infernal pit of passion.
I am inebriated, sipping your juices like a fine wine.
Infiltrating your body defenses with my offensive weapon.
My hands take control, scanning every contour.
In need of psychological evaluation.
I am a maniac, a lunatic in need of your drug.
Your body is my shrine, praying to you for all time.
Ignited hype, our passionate tunes,
rhythmically sensual, our movements in unison.
Journeying toward your loins with my imagination roaming.
Sex, not only. Perfection, I'm hexed.
Now, I'm far from lonely.
My name is officer Pickett, your body is my jurisdiction.
Patrolling your perimeter, my every intent to please.
Your beauty manifests and becomes this portrait embedded in my mind.
Like Michael Angelo and Leonardo Divinchi,
your body is art.
Spending a life time critiquing your imperfections.
In sexxtions.......
Jared Pickett
10/29/09
Asavvy1
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