Blessed Sins

over sexualized

Fair warning, this poem gets a little provocative, as I am only trying to portray my feelings when people look at me sexually. So if you're uncomfortable with sexual situations (nothing descriptive or graphic), please don't read on.

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•{ Beware of where your eyes wander, have control over them, as they may have an unwanted affect on a person. }•

Your stare is like the overwhelming heat of a forest fire. Burning holes through my very consciousness.

I can't concentrate with your intelligible judgments sentencing me to my death.

I shudder with the knowledge of your eyes wandering over my imperfect body, your sultry smile clouding your revolting expression with inexperienced lust as you think of me in dangerous ways.

You tread dangerous waters, you risk being pulled down and lost forever. For I am the water that will drown you, hiding your body for years to come until you are nothing but an indecent fossil.

You have no control over your eyes, for they wander in places no man should go. For my body is a temple, and the thought of bringing that temple unto you is truly a sin. A sin in which you indulge in, free to destroy my innocence and faith with your grotesquely rotten self.

"Do not fret! I am a nice, church-going man!"
Your words are tainted with lustful lies, your eyes betraying your body. For your eyes are only filled with unsatisfied fires, craving kindling from my ever-changing landscape of smooth skin. Your fire is only fed by your absentminded evil fantasies, burning my once hydrated, sweet skin into nothing more but ash from the devil's tread amongst us.

My only escape is to smile sweetly, wearing a mask of innocence and oblivion, as a nice child should do. But my smile is soon turning into a scowl of hate and anger, wishing your so-called god may smite you here and now, killing you in one delicious instant.

I am only a godforsaken child. But your eyes deceive you-portraying me as a vulgar woman, with lustful needs for your approval and hands. But I am only a young creature, with needs for peace and innocence, but that bliss left me the second you laid your devilish eyes upon my cold, aching body.

My body aches with anger and pain, as yours aches in need and lust. Every word you utter, every soliloquy you butcher, every movement of your muscles frightens me. As my muscles grow weary with fear, you prance to me, taking my weakened state as a chance to indulge in my childish flavors.

I can only run. Run from your ever-growing fire, your lustful grins, your sultry bulge. But we can never run forever. One of us will fall, and I know it will not be me.