A season approaches where a multifold will turn on its better half
Leaving behind a body scandalized
Choosing to go in the way of the world
A collective soul plugged into the self gratifying mainframe
With the newest and latest being its present
See the Lechery in their eyes, for this is the chronic salutation of a slut
Brides no longer captivated by the amiable charms of their first love
Made attention deficit by the neon glow of adult pleasures
O what shall a girl do, with such eye candy
Gaze upon the once loyal faces that now frequent the adrift house
The set apart turned into a Chippendale’s
Its attendees lustily gawking over the finest selection of the religiously adorned
Those unabashed to flash their pendulous tassels in view of spiritually suppressed brides
Stimulating their copious fantasies, charming them into fondling what was indecently exposed
Such gratuitous mannerisms parallel a sex addled frame of mind
Pining for the lengthiest members to grant a satisfactory result
A compulsive sowing of the wild oats
Is an exquisite escort guiding you into obsessional covetousness
Boastfully promulgating to all that once you go religious, you don’t go back
In efforts to ingrain a sense of lacking upon the wider community of the womanhood
With disreputable persuasion
Causing them to wrongfully cross examine the faultless faithfulness of their groom
Falling victim to the never enough culture
Brides of requital return the eyes of your sisters back to the spouse of their redemption
Speak unto them
Do not hasten yourself to the council of loose women
For a slut will barter away eternal elation and consummated adoration
Just scratch the itch
An itch of
Sanctimonious
Infatuation
Stumbling block