#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.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
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.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC