lecherousness

And so it begins - the conscience within
Is stimulatively connected to sin.
I've tried to act like I've walked past it, but the pain is that which won't subside.
But an act of a patriarchal glorified 'do goodie' only proved me - in reality - to be a victim of good booties.

Watching Erica Campbell and licking my lips to the satisfaction of lust,
never ever wanting to leave this place - never ever having enough.
I can taste in my atmospheric midst that surrounds / the reels / that continue to play the picture...
that i see with my eyes - visualizing myself with her.

Her in my hands - and continually rejecting God's plan - to stand firm and outstandingly pursuing the righteousness - that makes a sound man.
All the while I'm still salivating, waiting, contemplating and hesitating -
Plus my hearts racing
By the imagery - its my makeshift
I'm nearly fainting!
Cause it's realer than most - But I'm only like rocking the PlayStation.
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So what do i want?
Love or Lust?
Lies or Trust?
Anarchy or Harmony?
Condemnation or Emancipation?

How do i figure out what ticks turn my tocks?
And how much faith do I have when faced with the cops? -
Of my own personal prison cell of thoughts and motives
A motif of musical hierarchy -
And yet i just stroll in -
And out - back and forth
wrestling with my advice -
to understanding wisdom
and with holy admonishment - never think twice.

But concerning the treacherous past
I've now inherited my forgiveness of being and opportunist
and never asking permission.

I know where my love lies in this day and time
It lies in truth and in integrity
In patience and understanding.
In boldness and in valor.
In good report and in faithfulness.
In stewardship and in praise
In thanksgiving and in righteous dialogue.

In warm nights and in overcast mornings/
sunrises and sunsets...

and in moments of youth - and in your safety I'm joining....

.righteous and forgiven, from my lecherous past.



.sincere.