i have found that i'm irritated at resisting my base desires!
a day of fasting finds me more focused on sting ray's chocolate bod.
to live this life without the mouth of lust whispering to me--come here.
minor thoughts of him, my hands kneeding my phallus--rush of a lust-kiss.
when i should be praying, i'm to busy holding lust at bay, wanting.
the eclipse of reason would be listening to the voice of my desires.
at some point, i'd like to escape this cage of lust for things i can't have.
the thing focused on is usually the thing that becomes your high lord.
his image ingrained in my 'nation,' soon my hands create raunchy scenes.
hands strokiing my phallus into release; all over your memory.
life should be more than lust and my percieved need to feed into it...sheesh!
pursue the higher things--you are what you focus on. time to change eyes.
i can't allow myself to mimic a clean life, i have to be that life.
i greeted me with mastabatory speech--i released the real me.
guilty of same idolatry...you on the shelf until i need you.
my teraphim; hidden, so they can't see my sins...must get rid of them.
its up to me to topple the teraphim that anger Yahweh.
shakin off this mesopotamian disloyalty to Yahweh.
He commands the sacrifice of my 'ram,' why do i keep feedin' it?
*'ram:' represents the lower, animalistic nature of man
lake charles sunset wondering: 'how many gods have I lain with in life?'
man of immense sexuality, yet he seems naieve to it...really?
walking thru the polluted mind-scape of humanity; its all self.
charged with blood-guilt; the many men i slept with-waisting their lives for bliss.
i was told that ethics and integrity are the curse words that kill.
under the sun its next to impossible to find righteous mankind.
remorseful to have found nasty pleasure in the seedy dark of lust.
wishing to withdraw from the 'public' of the prying eyes of this lust.
never knew the thickness of flesh and how hard it is to tear that puppy.
5:52pm Days Inn
in my 'nation' straddling your dark chocolate form; lips locked around your sigh.
6:03pm Days Inn
the real sets in demanding i crack this bible and invoke Yahweh!
if life could be easy...me skating across the winds with joy in tow.
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