Curiosity.
Confusion.
Confusion between my legs
that goes against what God says
Feeling wrong but feels so right,
It sometimes disturbs my dreams at night
That tingling sensation, I feel it in my core
With the thought of a feminine touch
Right...down...there.
To feel, to experience, to explore
the sin that is sameness
and disputably shameless
That is, in the temple that is me.
Not to offend, but I must contend with my feelings about this sin
The He Almighty, His word is there
In Black and White, my answer lies
So why must I continue to surmise?
In the heat of a moment, my soul could be compromised
But it seems I can't relent the feeling
Not until my curioisty is sated and has had it's dealing
I just want to experience the she & she
With the she being she and the opposite being me
But how could I ask this of You,
when your instructions were so clear?
Not really a question, more of a confession
So maybe I'm asking you to set me free
But if the wrong is too strong,
and the bounds do confound me
When my spirit shuts down and my libido is unleashed
I must ask that you forgive me,
Pull me out and set me back upon the righteously living.