Lust or the Lord

Lust or The Lord?

I would strip down out of my clothes
And expose my naked body,
that in the heat of lust
But would I undress my soul and
reveal my explicitly naked spirit
in order to gain His trust?
Could it be that my sexual infatuation
is what is blocking this relationship between us
And why is it that without hesitation
I’m quick to reach in my drawer
for that box of Trojan Sensations
But I don’t even care to have the patience
to open up and read the Word
It’s crazy..
I can yell “Daddy” all night long
Coerced moans stimulated by pleasure
But never do I once even bother to call on
My own Father to help make things better
And it’s a shame cuz
I’m quick to get it
For a good 55 minutes
And yeah it might be good
While dude is hittin it
but eventually he will get up and leave
and I’ll be left empty-handed
Then I’ll be back to being the no-man-bandit
Without even once caring to realize
That God has been laying there by my side
he doesn’t even get up and leave
In the middle of the night
No he’s not just some one night stand
He is forever with me
His love is everlasting
Time to time I question
why my sexual desire
is way much greater than
the need to acquire
a stronger craving for God.
So to this sinful, sexual lifestyle
Its going to have to be good-bye
Because a relationship with the Lord
Is one no other man
can even begin to satisfy

by Ashley Joseph
(AshleyJoseph)

Friday, October 8, 2010 -

apocolypse-eternity, desire, lust, poem

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Desire Poem

Desire

A whispered secret in the hollow of your ear.
Though it be pleasurable, it is something you should fear.

Delicious essence of a pale soul
Calls my blood to your control.

Grim seduction tangled in mindful delusion
My sin lingers in the dew drop web of confusion.

Speak.
Hear.
Taste.

Swallowed remnant of absinthe continuously drips
A sweet cloying nectar from your lips.

Trace the gentle contours of given form.
Drink in the sensuous emotion we've borne.

Revel in the throes of tumulus rebellion
Twisting and falling into conscious oblivion.

Look.
Sense.
Want.

Listen as I tune my fine instrument
Upon fluttering heartstrings in gentle lament.

Mesmerize and memorize your raw desire
Reaction to fatal attraction of ice and fire.

Together our power becomes invincible
But one will succumb to the inevitable.

Possess.
Steal.
Destroy.

Forbidden contact an oracle cannot condone
For this precious act must be atoned.

Withered determination to quench the lust
Hungering eyes grasp for misguided trust.

Nemesis you may seek, yet am I the foe?
Body frozen in stale movement and left without an echo.

Wish.
Crave.
Desire.

by ~Apocolypse-Eternity