Will I be ****** because of my Lust..
The way the world see it they like whats the fuss..
Through the grace of God I kicked the **** but there's residue and dust..
The love for my wife but lust births a visual rush..
That flow through my optics.
My wife is the only option
A level of self control so I don't touch..
Like thoughts aren't  adultery
Praying that these women don't approach me..
Can't Cross the line can't get called for  encroaching
My curse is this lust.
My wife feel that I don't love her the same..
Her heart show disgust
Because of the change in her frame..she thinks my eyes show disgust..
My carnal film replays images .
Fully naked women..
Fooled myself into believing that it was practice or similar to a scrimmage..
God open my eyes to the realities of my addiction..
As u hear these words can you feel my conviction
Can u see my transparency..
These words spray clear like windex..
The view of the truth is damaging..
But God heals wounds miracle moves on tragedy..
This world causes battles in the heart..
Blood, Sweat and tears to stay faithful to wife and God
Lust my Battle scar