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Finding Our Homes
I held him, and would not let him go
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
-Song of Solomon
After sending this message, I fell into a wonderful lustful trance.
I touched myself and imagined my professor in our home for a
meal and a visit with my mother before following me to my room.
Mother would remain downstairs,
softly approving her vision of our lovemaking
as her fingers touch their own warm home.
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
-Song of Solomon
After sending this message, I fell into a wonderful lustful trance.
I touched myself and imagined my professor in our home for a
meal and a visit with my mother before following me to my room.
Mother would remain downstairs,
softly approving her vision of our lovemaking
as her fingers touch their own warm home.
Published 11th Apr 2022
| Edited 6th Mar 2023
Author's Note
My daughter sent a scripture to the professor and then spent some time alone. Afterward, she shared this poem and a photo with me. I found it exciting and a little scary, too.
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12th Apr 2022 00:39am
You are so right but he's only 8 years older and she's mature for her age. Oh my! I sound like my own mom...
28th Aug 2022 6:48pm
If the pastors in the guzillion churches that are out there knew how this scripture is being interpreted they would flip out more than usual.
Anyway, your interpretation of the Songs of Songs 3:4 is much better.
It makes the love as strong then as it is now between the lovers.
“Context is everything.”
― A.D. Garrett, Everyone Lies
Anyway, your interpretation of the Songs of Songs 3:4 is much better.
It makes the love as strong then as it is now between the lovers.
“Context is everything.”
― A.D. Garrett, Everyone Lies
