A teenage boy to sweet, a girl unknown. All he knows is this girl so so beautiful. To shy to say "hi," -only couple of friends he knows . One in particular a roommate of the beauty. Tells her of a crush, a friend of hers to make the beauty blush. A bracelet he made to get her attention you see. She wears upon her wrist, so she must like! One or two worldly spins later. He comes across the beauty, with the roommates connection the two meet. She nervous as he says "hi." Shows the attractor the bracelet with a blush. Only thing he can think is to say "hi'' back. Only words he spoke. She walks off red faced full of embarrassment same as he. For that was the first time they met.

His heart pounding fast as a drummer with no rhythm. He sits blank minded as if he was in heaven. Light headed he is with nothing to think he goes on with his day. Praying he will come across the beauty once again. With prayers answered they meet again. Courage in his heart he he asks her for dinner. Amazed the beauty has no response. Tells the attractor to seek her later. As the sun rays dim, the moon shining bright. The attractor sees her standing alone. Happiness in his heart, question in his mind. Approaching her with a smile asks her once more, "No not tonight." Things I got to do."

The attractor walks away. Excuses she had I knew this couldn't be, foolish me. Oh no, no this couldn't be. For she did say not tonight. So a worldly spin later. The attractor encounters her. Asks her day. "Good!" she says nothing elts she speaks. To himself he asks why. Why does she not speak many words? Is there something wrong with me? His heart grows grim fallen light it's dim. Confused about her action not knowing her thoughts. Left to put together the puzzle of emotion. Hard as hell trying real hard. The attractor wondering should he move on?

With an ever spinning world, speaking no more he walks past her this time. The beauty looks on. Watching his moves as he swiftly goes past. Stares she only has for him the attractor wondering why. Then several worldly spins later he finds out she has seeked another. How could this be? She never told the attractor she was not interested. Saddened and dismayed angered at himself for thinking such thoughts of affection. Of hoping he may be the one to fill her needs. It's as if his insides start to bleed.

Alright Jezebel is that not who you are? How much of your soul are you going to sell? With your chest pushed high and your **** in the air. With the smile you bare and the wink you blink. The fruit for the trick to get their fix behind blind eyes. Your secrets hidden away through your faults beauty and enticement. A walk that attracts nothing but the ****. You put your self on the proverbial block. Though on the outside you converted and claim outwardly to the king of kings God and Christ. Though believe like a Pharisee. A marionette innocents for all to see. 
 
Yet even a Pharisee doesn't hold the many lies you've told. For even they are the best known hypocrites that Christ warned and spoke against. Telling everyone your married, or so you say with a bold face. Yet you go out at night to collect your lies by spreading your thighs for material and lust. Helping to destroy families to commit adultery with theirs and your own. You lost your Grace and the Holy Spirit depart.  Now you gain worldly excitement and shame. Living your life amongst the dogs. In a fad life style fed to you. Taking it as wholesome, knowing better. So it is to be said your like a lost little Lam  on your way to self destruction. Without a care of the afflictions. You allow yourself to be used like a Devils tool, yet tell yourself your not a toy.. May it go to show you are becoming Lucifer's proprietary embodiment. Only to think you have the upper hand.
 
Shown by your eyes that is a window to the soul exposing wickedness!
 
Though on the deep inside is there not yet another cloak?? Do you not cry at night with heavy sorrow when you look in the mirror for the truth to be whole and despise the girl you have yet let blossom to become the ultimate woman that is there. Pretending to be some one your not. So you are a lantern in need of a new candle wanting to be rekindled. How cold you must be to have so many layers. But that's what you get when you become a player. A sweet and sour flavor. You say "Don't Hate!" Though to walk up right on the path of truth would attract in your self a better person. Why not  accept your self for the real you. The one mistakenly hidden so deep inside. Is that not who you are? Instead you bed with the heartless desires  you give your self too to become a trophy. The mold you have created of yourself only mocks at the real you. The inner you fading and becoming transparent. Now with out a care you have become fake, vile and foul. Yes he who has no sin cast the first stone. So it should not be thrown. Heavenly Father I pray for her!!!