Love God And Sex by Andre Cronje (free novel 24 TXT) 📖

LOVE GOD AND SEX

LOVE GOD AND SEX

 

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André Cronje

Copyright

Copyright

Licensed for personal enrichment and may be used for edification and motivation. No part may be reproduced for profit or resale.

 

 

André Cronje © 2020 Copyright

Conceptual Art by André

A special honor to King James.

Contents

Contents

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1. The Lucky Guy

2. Cheaters

3. Stone the Adulterous

4. Porn-No-More

5. Victory Rewards

6. The Good Wife

7. Single, Married Or Divorced

8. Songs Of Solomon

9. You Are Special

10. Lasting Relationships

11. Good Parents, Great Kids

12. Love is Better Than Wine

13. Love Wins

14. Love Letters

15. Flowers

16. The Scent Of A Prostitute

The Author’s Book Club

1. The Lucky Guy

1. The Lucky Guy

A lucky guy received a scented email the other day, saying: Hi handsome, you’re so lucky I found you. Here is my link and number. Let’s hook up, so we can chat in my private chamber. And with moji kisses and smiley faces, she seduces him to gain his purse and power. Like moths to a flame, she captures men and places them under her spell. She is hot, I give you that, but boy, you are way too cool, not knowing she will play you like a fool. With flattering lips and flirting eyes, she disarms him with a whisper: I am sugar, and you are spice, let’s roll that lucky dice. But her sweet words will drip and stick to your soul like melted candy on a hot summer’s day. The fire alarms go off, but you keep snoozing the bell. Wake up man, it is you who will fry when her breast befalls your eyes. Run baby run, lest you burn with lust, trapped in her web of dreams. Play hide and seek, for when she comes knocking, her seductive charms will sweep you off your sturdy feet.

If you be so open-minded with no lock on your door, you’ll end up with no walls to protect you from her sinister invasion and mind control. Look a little longer, and sin’s pleasures become even stronger, for that second glance cannot be trusted. So don’t hang around, guard your loins and get out of there. Shut your eyes and play the blind man on the corner. For it is better for you to enter heaven’s gates a mole than to fall into hell’s fire with perfect vision. Hell is hot, but she is not, avoid her seduction and lose her number, that you may keep your precious soul in that tempting hour. Lest she eats you up and wipes her mouth, saying: I have done nothing wrong. That is the way of an adulterous witch. For a harlot is a bottomless pit, and a seductress a narrow well. She lies in wait for victims and to increase the unfaithfulness among men.

Listen to my wisdom and bow your ear to my understanding. For the lips of a strange woman drips honeycomb and her mouth is smoother than oil. Look how the mighty have fallen, slain by her high heels and strange perfume. Brothels have left many wounded. They will never see the light of day again. But you, whoever you are, flee God’s wrath to come, run for cover, and run for your life. For her perfume is the scent of death, and her easy love stings like scorpion’s poison. Her soft touch is like dragon claws that will abort your reputation and sell it off to the highest bidder. For her ankles are chained to Hades below, which welcomes every fool that lies with her. Save yourself, cancel her invitation and exit her playground. For the price you will pay ain’t dollars, pounds, or yen. Your soul is on the table, for a pennies loaf of bread.

2. Cheaters

2. Cheaters

Through the window of my apartment, I watched and discerned a simple young man void of understanding, standing on the cafe corner. Then arrive there a woman, cunning in heart, and dressed to kill who is loud and obnoxious, and whose feet refuse to stay in her home. She often strolls down that lane introducing herself to total strangers. And when she saw him, she did the same as she said to him: man, today is your lucky day, and tonight is going to be a good night. Let’s dance and have a party. And hooked by her charming persona, she hugs and kisses him.

Come with me and let us take our fill of love until the morning and let us cheer ourselves with passions. My bed is decorated with charms to spend the night in white satin and perfumed sheets. And my good man is not at home but has gone on a long journey. He has taken a bag of money with him and will come home on the day appointed. And so, with her much fair speech, she caused him to yield, and with the flattering of her lips, she forced him. And so, he follows after her, like an ox that goes to the slaughter, or as a fool to the place of correction, till a dart strike through his liver, like a bird to a trap, yet he knows not that it is for his life. Listen to me now and attend to the words of my mouth. Let not your heart stray to her ways and go not astray in her path. For she has cast down many wounded. Yes, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death. For a foolish woman is clamorous, simple, and knows nothing. She hangs at the door of her house, at bars, and roams around markets and busy places. She is often found in red-light districts, calling by-passers to come her way. And when the simple ones who lack understanding turn to her, she chats them up saying, stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is a pleasant pie. But they are ignorant, not knowing that the dead are with her and that her guests are in the depths of hell. As a jewel of gold in a swine’s snout so is a fair woman who is without discretion.

Keep yourself from the strange woman and her flattering words, whose end is as bitter as wormwood and sharp as an accidental cut to the finger. Her feet go down to death, and her steps take hold of hell. Her ways are movable you cannot know them. Listen up and depart not from the words of my mouth. They will deliver you from that strange woman and her flattering words. For she forsook the guide of her youth, and she forgot the covenant of her God. Her house is a porthole to the rooms of death where the dead awaits judgment day. No one that goes to her return to takes hold of the ways of life again. But you, turn and walk the other way, and stay on the paths of the righteous, for it will keep you from the evil woman who flatters with her tongue. Remove your way far from her, and come not near the door of her house, lest you give your honor to others and your years to the cruel. When strangers eat up your wealth, and your money ends up in their houses. And you complain at the end when your flesh is consumed, and say, how I hated instruction, and my heart despised reproof, and have not obeyed the voice of my teachers, nor inclined my ear to them that instructed me!

For the honor of men is reduced to a piece of bread by a prostitute. Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not catch fire? Can one walk upon hot coals and his feet not burn? So is he that goes into his neighbor’s wife. Lust not after her beauty in your heart, neither let her take you with her eyelids, for the adulteress will hunt for your precious life. Whoever teases her will not be innocent. And he who commits adultery with a woman lacks understanding and destroys his own soul. A wound and dishonor will he get, and his reproach will not be erased. For jealousy is the rage of a man, therefore will he not spare in the day of vengeance to regard ransom, and even if you give him many gifts will he not rest content.