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Self the Devil's Whore (2)
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By Michael P. Johnson
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    Self the Devil's Whore (2)

A whore I was yet felt a queen

Possessed but who could tell?

Deceived on Satan’s arm I’d lean

Along life’s road to hell

 

He wooed me like a lady fair

Aroused, such lust awakenedd

Tender his fingers brushed my hair

Till all my senses quaked

 

Fondling places none should touch

His breath warm to my ear

I craved my lover oh so much

And loved to have him near

 

His eager hands caressed my breasts

In passion, cheeks would glow

No limit to his lewd requests

No depth he wouldn’t go

 

Both day and night my lover came

I’d sing and dance for love

Aroused, I felt no cause for shame

No thought of God above

 

With selfish gain he would invade

Ambition’s thoughts would seize

How soon this hateful drunken trade

Would bring me to my knees

 

With lies I’d paid my lover's price

With lust, seduction’s wage

My lover’s charms at first were nice

Until I turned life’s page

 

Until that day with great surprise

When TRUTH knocked at my door

Sober revealed through tearful eyes

That “I” was Satan’s whore…PTO…

   


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Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2012

Last Updated: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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