So you sit there transfixed. Eyes glued to the screen like old pictures in a photo album. Before hitting on the play button you glance over your shoulder like a dude looking out for his wife while holding hands with a hooker at the bedroom door, just in case someone might have been peeking You’ve forgotten that the lock was the very second thing you turned as you walked in. The first being that small voice you turned down until It was barely audible as still it tried to remind you that what you were about to do was ill and by that I mean wrong. But you didn’t need to hear any of that. You weren’t listening So you flipped the switch, turned that off and searched for whatever else was on.
Well your sexual needs were singing, so you began tuning in to the song; Simultaneously drowning out any life the living water tried to drip in. You seem a tad too excited though, correct me if I’m wrong. I mean when asked why you ‘didn’t wanna be bothered‘ you said you just wanted to chill and watch a movie remember?
Isn’t that right? It’s just a movie. But for a plain ol’ movie you’re kind of acting funny so i’ll ask again what all the fuss is about. Why, I ask you, is there the slightest hint of drool escaping from your mouth? Why are your palms sweaty, eyes crazy, why’s your pulse racing — What is it really that you’re anticipating deary? Earphones plugged in, eyes on the screen. The two sensory organs you should be jealously guarding Are the ones you’ve turned to waste bins. So now your folly is as ironic as it is kin To that of he who self-destroys so the problems don’t win. See deceit has always been the devil’s game and the game plan isn’t changing…
But with all the truth available i’m wondering why you’re still the character he’s playing. What I’m saying is a, sin-rich life only makes you a pauper. I’ll bet the dictionary taught you that the term for your actions is pleasure… but I just wish you could step out of that body and watch how you really suffer.
The video progresses, your hormones get aggressive. The Holy Spirit’s trying to warn you but now your God sensors are defective; So these emotions are taking over – the movie’s now your controller
And it doesn’t remotely cross your mind like a wrong answer in an exam paper That you’re sinking yourself deeper into this dungeon of sexual slavery. Which, by the way, you seem to have made your hangout lately. So there you are; nervous, overexcited, sweaty and jittery,
Acting like a faulty, over-revved car engine;
Ready to go—going—GONE! It’s already done,
And instead of hands lifted in submissive service to the risen One
You’ve lent a hand to aid the scum that is ‘skin’ play the don
And all for what?
Just-a-movie
KWIKSIE
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