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دema Oct 13
my body
misses you
more than it can handle
the pain of the withdrawal.
I don't know why
Can't even begin to understand
When I know you're about to kiss me like you want to taste and lick my soul
I don't bother to pull back
Never wanting you to stop
Never wanting you to end
Your smell, vibe, taste, sensation
Strumming on me
Making your favorite notes play your favorite tune
Fully clothed yet vulnerablely ****
Yearning for our bodies to match
Undoing my button brought me back to rational thought
We must stop
You must stop trying to **** me out of my commitments
My commitment to my heart
My mind
My soul
To starve the flesh
Kalarav Apr 4
In my search for happiness,
I found pleasure and prayer,
Satisfaction and abstinence.
How much of it was true
And how much an illusion?

People spoke of balance
But to me it was about
Giving it all up
Or completely giving in.

I decided to give in
But only to the realm within
And yet I could not differentiate
How much of it was true
And how much an illusion.
Empire Dec 2019
It hasn’t even been that long...
Bit over two weeks?
But tonight I gave up
I gave in to the pleasure
Stimulation
Excitement
Teasing
Prolonging
Then pleeeaassssure....
Mm... and to lie in bliss
In comfort
In serenity
In deep and surprising
Satisfaction.
I gave up and gave in.
Jordan Hudson Nov 2019
I see all these kids doing drugs
They don't know what life is made of
I never seen a drug in my life
I never even seen real love alright
I just push and keep going on
I just keep showing you are so wrong
Get it together and stay strong
When you fall just play this only one song
Stand up straight let the haters hate
Forget them all and show em who is boss aye
You are your own and you make your dreams come true
And they hate you but you grew to ignore
They wish they could go back to before
But they too late and appreciate that you made it
Fake it till you make it and then be glad that you waited
Goals reached show you are dedicated
Souls asleep know you are underrated
You are better but they are jealous of your dedication
Do what you can do your best now for your celebration
Yeah yeah yeah aye
Drugs really are bad
Drugs truly are trash
Fame don't come from drugs
It came from hard work
Less distractions are for sure
They help you stay focused on your dreams
Stay stuck on a path good to redeem
Make your family proud
Wake up to a brand new house
Brand new ride brand new everything
Let em know you tried you are the king
I see all these kids doing drugs
They don't know what life is made of
I never seen a drug in my life
I never even seen real love alright
I just push and keep going on
I just keep showing you are so wrong
Get it together and stay strong
When you fall just play this only one song
Stand up straight let the haters hate
Forget them all and show em who is boss aye
Julie Grenness Aug 2019
Really, there was no need to fuss,
I signed on with Yarn Anonymous,
Here I stand to confess,
I bought more wool, not less,
Then I did sign the pledge,
I took abstinence to the edge,
Here I stand and say,
I have not bought wool for ten whole days!
Feedback welcome, one for my craft group ladies.
no such thing as abstinence
just one sip and then that's it
drink from the bottle
sell your soul
and smile
just have a taste
they tell me
Dezzie Hex Dec 2017
When I was fifteen, I took a Health class and got "the talk,"--
(it's not what you're thinking because this is Tennessee).
It started with the boys and girls being separated and
mass-confusion ensued like bees who lost their queen--
(despite being female, I'm still scared of ***** diagrams).

Our speaker's name was Mary, but I think that was faked.

We were fed PG-rated and legally mandated information
about how our bodies are meant for HUSBANDS ONLY--
(joke's on her, half of my diet consists of Taco Tuesday).
Mary guided us through the "exciting changes" of our body
only to declare quite firmly that "*** doesn't even feel good"--
(unless you're married, of course, because your holes are holy).

And yet
I was
unconvinced.

And thus began my intrinsic journey of "pearl-hunting."
After all, if it didn't feel good with my hand, I couldn't
imagine what a **** would do for me and, boy oh boy,
that woman was so WRONG (**** on that, Mary).
But I digress, because I confess, I never really even
gave my ******* a second thought before I took an
ABSTINENCE CLASS.
Y'all don't even know how much wine I had before I wrote this.
augustine, what have you done to me?
i should feel wildfires without guilt
i should tremble on the cusp between
wishing i could be entirely consumed
and wishing i could erupt.
we should shiver without fear
of melting retribution.
god can hold the candle that drips
hot wax on my nape,
i don't believe they hate what they create.
augustine, you've made me unclean.
we spend hours smearing acid between two
bodies, don't we erode our impurities?
struggle between religion and human nature
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