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*Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.* Hebrews 4:13 When first I met you, girly-girl you gave my hormones quite a whirl believing I had found the pearl, Porneia… The shell was richer than your charm assuring me you meant no harm my stroke of luck: you clasped my arm, Porneia. You called me with that sultry voice and made me think I had no choice, Porneia. You glistened in a fantasy of pixillating pink HD your flesh tone’s ever-changing hue sure made me want to do it to that someone just beyond my view, Porneia. I emptied every magazine in search of angles yet unseen. The angels fell upon my screen, Porneia. More I tasted, more I needed – yet the bed remained unseeded waiting for your rose to bloom recurring passions to resume in contemplation of your womb, Porneia. Exposed: your jaded artifice, that bright celestial orifice, gynecologic precipice:  Porneia. I took you for a worldly muse dead mistress of the thousand views; my carnal will could not refuse,  Porneia. With your deceit I came to grips; you represent true love’s eclipse – the spurt of passion died in drips, Porneia. Alas, our book of love must end. The final chapter’s pages bend; the bookmarks, now deleted, send each one, a flower to your  grave. My sinful soul you could not save, Porneia. Oh what has come between us princess? Now your rare allure evinces fearful alarm, the urge to flee – our love was never meant to be. Thus ends it all twixt me and thee, Porneia.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
Farewell Sweet Porneia
*Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.* Hebrews 4:13 When first I met you, girly-girl you gave my hormones quite a whirl believing I had found the pearl, Porneia… The shell was richer than your charm assuring me you meant no harm my stroke of luck: you clasped my arm, Porneia. You called me with that sultry voice and made me think I had no choice, Porneia. You glistened in a fantasy of pixillating pink HD your flesh tone’s ever-changing hue sure made me want to do it to that someone just beyond my view, Porneia. I emptied every magazine in search of angles yet unseen. The angels fell upon my screen, Porneia. More I tasted, more I needed – yet the bed remained unseeded waiting for your rose to bloom recurring passions to resume in contemplation of your womb, Porneia. Exposed: your jaded artifice, that bright celestial orifice, gynecologic precipice:  Porneia. I took you for a worldly muse dead mistress of the thousand views; my carnal will could not refuse,  Porneia. With your deceit I came to grips; you represent true love’s eclipse – the spurt of passion died in drips, Porneia. Alas, our book of love must end. The final chapter’s pages bend; the bookmarks, now deleted, send each one, a flower to your  grave. My sinful soul you could not save, Porneia. Oh what has come between us princess? Now your rare allure evinces fearful alarm, the urge to flee – our love was never meant to be. Thus ends it all twixt me and thee, Porneia.
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Girly-girl, I feel you near... thanks for stopping by (again). You knock, then whisper in my ear that S-word mightier than the pen. I haven't seen you for so long; beholding now your rosy charms let me let you right my wrong within your warm and virtual arms. Take me to that field of flowers where the wondrous waters flow. Temper there my raging powers— none, save God, will know.
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Porneia at the Door