Too much feeling and no theology
That’s the difference between beauty and sensuality
gratification of appetite
preoccupied with sensory delight
Sparing all expense for the person within
shutting the door so that only your fixated eyes can peer in
lusting in the mind of the mortal heart
letting sordid bloodlust of a different kind exploit and employ
shutting the blackout curtains on the day so that shame is covered in blacklight
letting pictures develop in the cloak of night
undressing affection vain for mercilessness true
reducing yourself so that you can distill the essence of soul
and cast it aside like unfired clay
molding an image of moaning human decay at their expense
pleasure takes hold as an invisible bird of moral decay
For the flesh sets its desire against the spirit, and the spirit against the flesh, for these are in opposition to one another, so that you may not do the things you wish.
Anyone who looks at a woman to lust after her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
Adornment is the hidden person of the heart, flowers fade, but beauty stands tall when it is a reflection of the strength inside. Let your eyes see the person God has inscribed in the palms of his hands.
Let light thrive where she stands.
Beauty is sacred, given, and not by our hands.
It is a deliberate awe and precocious wonder
that when held in honor
lets us take stock in the absolute best of each other
It can gallantly inspire
bring spurts of imagination
raw heights
siren call to courageous action
but if it is not a contemplation
amalgamation
a translation of the activation of a master’s stroke of coloration
then your eyes leer in damnation
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