Fornication Poems - Poems about Fornication

~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©...

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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...

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Mother, Who is my Dad Mama, Who is my Dad Madre, Who is my Dad Fornication...

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Communication + Fornication = comm-u-for-nication kettle cattle ...

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If you build your Marriage On fornication You will have Nothing When it is Over...

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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...

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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~...

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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 &...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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