The Fornicator

The Fornicator... a friend’s Confession

Despite several warnings

In spite of several hearings

In spite of several admonitions,

I fell into it

Into what I had dreaded

Into what I had been running from

While I was running away from it

I never knew I was running

With my face facing backwards

Thus I ran into it.

But I thank Him

That He inspired her to prevent

My total fall or shall I say

That He saw my efforts

And decided to cushion my fall

Through His inspiration in her

That I did not use the right one alone

But used another as a cover to it.

But come as it may,

Fornication is fornication.

Her body isn’t mine yet

Thus it is fornication.

Mine is not hers yet

Thus it fornication.

Though it is the order of the day

You might see me in another light

But that doesn’t mean I

Should go with the crowd.

Cos I have my own life to lead

And the crowd its life to live

And when I am called to account for it,

The crowd won’t be an intercessor for me

Nor when it is called to account for its

I will not be an intercessor for it.

Let nobody judge others

Cos we know not

What led to their committing it,

And I said I was strong enough

To be my own guard

And lived my life carelessly my own way.

I was told that I can escape if she is not

Willing to have me to herself

In this game. Which I passionately detested.

But lo and behold!

I never lent a work to the talk

And so it came to pass

On a noisy-quiet night

With the twp of us alone

It’s not the first time

And there was no sign to warn me

Else I would have prevented it.

The sleep was undisturbed till

I was awoken at a god-knows-when time

Feeling absolutely super charged

I dismissed the probing fingers

Turned and slept another round.

GOD!!!

Or rather should I say

DEVIL!!!

I could not take and resist it again

And at that moment,

All my reasoning was gone!

The only thing on my mind

Was how to relieve myself

Of this burning punishment all over me!!!

I turned over and it became

Escalated kisses, searching and probing fingers.

It is true that it takes two to tango.

She was action-ready and knew

What she wanted

How to get what she wanted

And how she is to get it and go about it.

Women!!!

I doff my hat to you.

Before I could say Jack Robinson

I was yanking off all the clothes I had on

The same clothes I thought would protect me

Sorry, that I thought were barriers.

They were not!

I was searching instinctively

For where to bury this punishing feeling in me!

But I believe God in His mercies

Helped me and she said

“It’s just to show you that you are powerless

And no resistance from you can stop a woman

From having you if she wants you in her.”

She mercifully continued,

“Since I know you aren’t ready

To become a father, take this.”

Then I used it after I took it!!!

Can you believe it? That which I disliked

A rubber! I mean the C. D!!!

Though it had been a long time

That I last did this thing

Which was why I resisted all previous attempts

But I used it all the same

Since, as she said, I was not ready

To father any lad or lass out of wedlock

I took the condom she offered

And gratefully and hurriedly wore it

And commenced my sinful action once again!

I started the journey

And only ended when I felt relieved

Of the burden and punishment in me...

Then it dawned on me

That I had just fallen into the very pit

That I had been running away from

Since and after I had been drenched in it.

And it all came flooding back

The first time, second, third,

The warnings, the talks, the repentances,

And the rest. Then this one again!!!

Then I agreed that

You can’t resist a woman

Except, by His grace on you!!!

CLOSURE (A SONNET)

My conscience won’t let me rest

That’s why I tried my best

To put these thoughts of a friend into lines

That relief might come down my spines

And that He may forgive

The transgression that I in these lines give

As a guarded guide to men in the world

That they may run from this snake curled

Around females which makes men fall

Willingly or otherwise into the game and play ball.

Painfully said and guiltily conceived

Are these unhappy lines to me

Let the reader not be deceived

But the wisdom therein, he should see.  

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