Oh why is it that I feel I have sinned
I have lusted over her,
with hips so wide.
There’s nowhere for me to hide
What sin is this?
What scale will it be measured by
It’s just so damn confusing
Why does she have to possess perky breasts?
That make me drool and wet.
Why does she have to be so soft
and when she moves the wind sways towards her direction.
I converse with God every night
this is what he says:
“You are my daughter I love you with everything that I am,
I have said in my word I do not approve of your lust over other women,
I do not despise you,
I despise the demon in you.”
I do not mean to speak out of turn,
Why does she have to smile and make my insides shudder in fear?
Why does she have to have a posture so great I want to climb and do things to her?
Why am I so taken by her nakedness?
Everything sinfully winking at me to bite
Bite and touch,
Touch and caress,
Caress and penetrate,
Penetrate and cum,
Cum in floods,
Floods of ecstasy that no man has ever achieve.
I converse with the Devil after every lustful ordeal,
here’s what he says:
“God is telling you shit.
Lust over her,
Do whatever you feel is right and pleasure yourself.
Indulge in this for the greatest sin would be to deny yourself what God has allowed,
this is no sin it simply is happiness.
He wants you to be happy right?
So he says, “I want you to live freely with no rules after all my lesbian,
the Bible is full of threats and blackmail.”
Oh but why does it hurt when I disobey my Creator?
How can you say such,
I don’t know if you are to be listened to.
I wonder if you deserve any of my attention
but you make so much sense
Why does she have to moan in bliss?
Why are her eyes so inviting?
Almost like windows that peep through her soul.
Her curvy chubby body does things to me,
that are incomprehensible to any scribe.
I spoke to the lesbian after the mind blowing sex she had
But why do you do this?
What is it about women that draw you in?
Do you believe you are possessed by a demon, so sexy and fatal?
Here’s what the Lesbian said:
“But I have tried for so many years to suppress these feelings,
I went out with guys,
I slept with them,
I had babies with them,
Hell I married three of them,
but the feeling wouldn’t go away.
My first husband was addicted to sex.
He fucked me all the time and it pained me so much.
Well, the second one was an intellectual
always reading but wanted a big family
so once or twice a month we would have sex
all the while shooting for a baby.
Third one was a slob but abusive, drinks, pees and farts.
That was when I knew I had to go get my women.
See the crux is.
If it is so wrong why then does it feel so damn good to me?
Why am I happy for the first time in my life?”
Oh how awful.
Perhaps you need more prayers,
fast and listen to God.
Why does her skin glow,
blinding my beliefs and my traditions?
Her lips glistening with red lipstick
that is like the insides of her womanhood,
so refreshing and edible.
Why does she have to be so gentle and subtle?
Her stiletto walk makes a sound that directs me to the bedroom
where she lays bare for me to see.
Her perfume lures me.
I lose sense of reality.
This all here is holy.
Where angels refuse to tread
in case they catch site of this and fall into sin.
Is it pure magic, or an illusion?
It is poetry and art.
Skin so pale,
I need to touch it with my lips and gifted hands to breathe
and sink life into it.
Words cannot do any justice into this masterpiece.
Head spinning like a top.
I feel my blood clotting
the heart is in joy.
The head comes up with nothing
The eyes bare witness
to one of the most beautiful women
to grace mother earth.
I’ll pray hard.
This is, oh so Godly.
All so lesbian.
and perhaps a sin.
I choose the latter.
by Thulielove Gifted Hands Sodumo
© 20 Aug 2012
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