My confession today is…
I love sex,
But I prefer purity.
I acknowledge the heights gratification,
But what can be likened to such pleasure being wasted?
Is it the everest of ecstasy lying before the oceans of regrets?
I love sex,
But I prefer purity.
There’s naught an explanation for the truth twisted into chords of something that looks true,
But is a lie.
Sex is sweet,
Sex is good,
Sex speaks more than words describe.
So I admit,
I love sex,
I’d probably be the best sexer in the world,
And my spouse the second best,
Our kids will so envy our taste of
Both sensual and sexual pleasing of each other.
If I have found a stable hand to hold mine,
Doesn’t mean she’s mine,
Till we speak wedding vows
with high tensioned
luscious nights,
Basking in red room lights,
Porous to scented roses on the bed,
In a language words don’t comprehend,
But moans and sighs.
In Briefs and lingerie we shall costume,
And when the time to act is nigh,
As God made us shall we ascend to the eden of pleasure and procreation—
Without briefs and lingerie.
There will be no need for contraceptives.
No pregnancy scares or contingency plans,
Because our scene won’t be called sin,
But service to each other.
We shall ride upon wings of pleasure,
And soar the promises of vows fulfilled.
Our vessels full,
With Sacs filled.
And when it’s time for our cup to run over,
There won’t be a need to pull off,
Or assassinate a generation.
Because what God has joined together,
Let no man put asunder.
For it shall not he hidden as under
cute smiles and hypocritic poises.
I must confess,
I love sex.
But I’m ready to wait
Until I’ve found a vessel worthy to disperse my fountains in.
Amen.
© Blqckmqn James ♠️.
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