Rack off

		I walk past the magazine stand
		And busty female figures
		Greet me with seductive smiles.
		Two dimensional prints
		Evolving a way of sin -
		Lust now able to be committed
		Whilst browsing through nearly any magazine.
		Behind the rack
		And in my soul
		Rears the ugly head of Lust -
		The god and goddess
		(God that he may know best what appeals
		Goddess that she may know best how to execute)
		Revelling as each image
		Reaches a house,
		A wall,
		A heart,
		A soul.

		'Just some fun'
		Becomes more time consuming,
		Becomes a regular, repetitive sin,
		Becomes slavery 
		As the man designates a slice of himself
		To this service,
		This fleshly desire.

		A habit that is enjoyable,
		A want that is accepted and promoted among many.
		"It is simply a harmless habit -
		What can be so bad about a beautiful woman?"
		Admiring a good creation -
		But it is beyond admiration,
		It is wanting someone -
		Often less than that,
		Often wanting only the body
		Of someone who was not created for you;
		And even apart from that
		It is someone who is unrealistic,
		Someone who has been glossed over 
		With make-up and computers -
		They are no longer real people
		Just good looking,
		Fake images of sensuality.
		How much better is a real girl?
		How much more beautiful
		In her unique ways and looks?
		But as you continue whole-heartedly
		To delve into the realm of 2D lust
		The lines between that and reality
		Will bend and often falter
		Leaving the thoughts that go through your head
		As you gaze at a perfect image
		Go through your head as you gaze
		And lust
		After a true person -
		A friend,
		A girlfriend.

		It becomes the way
		That Jesus' hole
		Is half-filled with sinful habits
		Which ill-fit the gap in the heart that is His -
		But it is something that all too regularly
		Is placed in there by people
		Because they haven't yet found
		True piece.