Porneia

She’s beautiful – and twisted, and she’ll give you what you want
She’ll do anything she can for another soul to haunt

She’s simply; irresistible, warm and comforting
She’s the smell of self-indulgence, She’s the song the sirens sing

Arms eternally embracing, inviting deeper in
Offering costless satisfaction, with her mysterious, seductive grin

“Taste and see, the fruit is ripe, drink deeply from this well”
She whispers to your senses as your heated passions swell

Entangled ever more, ever deeper intertwined
as her scent begins to overwhelm your conscience and your mind

Lost, but not afraid, deluded in the mist
Feeling warm, and confident while your ego’s gently kissed

“You are enough for me, always have been don’t you know?
Stay here with me, there’s no limits, I’ll never tell you no

You’ll never have to prove yourself to me, there is no test”
You feel your deepest scars and vulnerabilities caressed

Never left unsatisfied, never left alone
Never challenged, never rejected, never a condescending tone

Lulled into a bliss, -escape- a fantasy, a dream
Here and now believe that things appear exactly as they seem

Pleased, relieved, released, (for now) from stress and daily toll
How on earth could something gentle be so harmful for your soul?

It’s not on earth, for starters, You notice as you wake
Alone, ashamed, abandoned, in a reality that’s fake

Contrived, concocted, conjured up to keep you down, depressed
You’re exhausted, emptied out – but you came here for a rest

It’s not an unfamiliar place, you’ve roamed these streets before
Wand’ring late, alone, but proud – when she beckons you t’ward her door

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The long walk home, the shame, the empty feeling of regret
You know what’s waiting for you, and you’re not even back yet;

The fear of judgement grows, and weighs; you know you must confess
There’s no way around this truth, no avoiding it; unless…

...you sit down just a minute, -rest-, not far from where you were
and that’s ok, because you like being accessible to her…