Poem About Lust and Porn Sex Addiction

*Trigger Warning – contains elements of suicide, pornography, masturbation, and vulgar language.

This Is Not Love

I've fucked you
through the screen countless times.
Jerked and came to you,
even though you don't know my name.
Smirked in devilish delight
at your lack of limits,
and the way you smile, giggle, and moan
in pleasure during the most obscene acts.

But as I search for you
across the web on this dark night--
in between the thumbnail images of you
riding cock with so much vitality--
I catch a disturbing headline.
It seems you weren't having
nearly as much fun as you had let on.
Twenty and dead, slayed by your own hand.

And my own hand is still wrapped around my cock,
lusting after your naked body
but sickened by what my pleasure cost you.
You were someone's daughter,
someone's sister,
someone's friend,
and now you're gone.

But despite my emotional grief,
this selfish beast within me
can't stop wanting to see
you get railed from behind one more time.
Because the screen, like a glass curtain,
disconnects me from you;
it allows me to strip you of your humanity
and view you as merely an image--
a moving picture I can claim as my own,
do what I want with, and hang upon my wall--
instead of a precious child of God.

Bile rises in my belly.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I feel so disgusting, so dirty.
Porn is not healthy;
it is not harmless fun nor necessary sexual release.
There's a young woman who's deceased,
and all I can think about
is using her ever after she's dead
to get whatever pleasure I can
from watching the life
get fucked out of her.

This is not a fun, sexual feast.
This addiction, this craving
has reduced me to a beast--
no more than a selfish animal
driven by unrestrained desire
and confined by the chains of lust.
Yes, it's exciting and thrilling,
but I know in my gut
that we were created
for so much more than this.

This is not love;
this is a perverse sickness
that spreads by convincing your conscience
it's natural, nothing but fun and games.
Have we no shame,
lusting and feasting off
another human's pain?

This is not love,
but its ancient enemy,
consuming without giving,
leaving both performer and observer
wounded, lonely, and empty.

Justin Farley

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Seaing A Poem

See the sky like a sea
rolling with crescent waves
crash into the dawn of day.
Aurora's tide making the darkness flee.

See the puffy islands of white
float like buoys in
a no-wake zone 
emerge behind the curtains of night.

See the winged fish swimming
through waters with ease
chasing one another in schools,
excitement for life brimming.

See the metal monsters - 
winged, roaring leviathans who
lurk in the sky's deep
who roams, constantly wanders. 

See the hungry shark with razor teeth
chomp on desires of the heart.
Set on selfish destruction
swimming in the depths beneath.

Justin Farley

Wrestling With Sin A Poem About Sexual Desire Temptation

Wrestling With Sin
A Poem About Sexual Desire Temptation

I'm wrestling with sin
doing my damnedest not to give in.
But I feel my back pinned to the mat
knowing that temptation is going to win.

My life feels like a chokehold,
strangled beneath a force so strong and bold
that I've grown tired of attempts
to prevent what naturally seems to unfold.

In moments of weakness I'm another man - 
thirsting, yearning to fulfill my body's demands.
Oh, how does Mr. Hyde find a way to live
under Dr. Jekyll's straight and narrow commands?

How do I break free?
I know you haven't given up on me,
but how do I not give up on myself,
so prone to pulls from sin's gravity?

Do you understand my dilemma, Lord?
Burning with passion, yet unable to unsheathe my sword.
My heart longs to do your will but sometimes the cost
feels like more than I can afford.

Justin Farley

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Love and Lust – A Poem


Love and Lust

Love is an ancient art –
A forgotten antiquity endangered
And on the verge of extinction.

We’ve traded real commitment
For one night stands.
A lifetime friend and partner
For someone willing to let us use them
To satisfy our demands.

Love has become a carnival of lust,
Where feelings control our loyalty,
And we go frolicking through the night
Hopping from ride to ride.

A superstore for selfish desires,
Where we walk down the aisles filling our carts
And shop assured that all products
Can be returned whenever they lose their usefulness.

The media sells love as a stormy passion,
Whipping around the mystery guy or girl,
Where it’s ok to discover their body
Before their heart, yet we weep
And ask, “why me?” when we’re abandoned.

And it’s not fair that you
Should have to control your sexual longing.
One time’s not going to hurt anyone
And you deserve this

Until you have to explain
To your young child why Mommy and Daddy
Aren’t going to be living happily ever after anymore
Because he couldn’t keep it in his pants
Or she couldn’t keep her legs closed.

Our disposable culture
Has trickled down to our relationships,
Ready to upgrade our contracts
Whenever our current one isn’t meeting our needs.

“Until Death Do Us Part”
Has become “Until I Find Someone Better”
or “Until You Lose Your Usefulness”.

We look for love in porn flicks
And under the cover of steamy erotic novels
And get just what we seek out –
A chaotic compilation of broken hearts,
Broken promises, single mothers, and broken families.

The media’s selling it,
And we’re buying
Because our lives are so void of meaning
That we’re willing to do anything to feel again.

We’ve realized expensive toys won’t buy happiness,
But rather than investigating the truth,
We turn our fragile hearts to fantasy,
Thinking it can fill the gaping hole in our hearts
That won’t stop letting in the pain.

Love is not a Velcro strip
You attach when feelings are running high,
Ready to rip it free
The second those feelings die.

It’s a cement bond
That you choose to be molded in,
Cast enclosed with your lover
Through thick and thin,

When seas are calm,
And when the waves crash and roll.
When two people’s lives are stable
And when life leaves you out of control.

Love is not the pretty beauty queen
That you wanted to show off at prom,
But the one you want by your side
When you go to war,
Trusting your life and care in their arms.

The biggest lie is believing
That when we find “the One”
The feelings will never fade.

Feelings are fleeting.
They rise and fall like the sun in the sky.
Love is an act of putting another first –
A surrendering of pride.

But we’ve forgotten how to be servants
And only desire to be served.
We want to be loved,
But don’t want to love.

Because to love means that you’re ok
With being vulnerable.
You place your heart in someone’s hands
And you do your part regardless if they do theirs.

Culture calls that weak,
That we must never open ourselves to pain,
Which is why it’s filled with pessimists,
Safe, caged, and constantly feeling a longing
For something outside of their grasp and understanding.

And it’s the reason they sell lust and not love,
Because love is too scary and real for them,
Because true love is not about fulfilling selfish desires,
But selflessly fulfilling and serving another.

The foundation of love is servanthood.
Unless you lay down the cornerstone,
You’re going to be living under one shaky roof.

– Poem Written by Justin Farley


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