Stephon And Jorge - Poem by Greg Oosterhouse
This is a story of a couple of friends,
As close as five minutes to eleven.
Their love for each other had no end.
In each other's company, they were in seventh heaven.
No one could ever separate these two,
These fellows named Stephon and Jorge.
As they went here and there they were stuck like glue.
Yes, these two pals indeed were gay.
They met in high school,
And became instant pals.
To them their friendship was cool,
They talked about everything except for sexy gals.
As their relationship grew deeper,
They began to feel for each other great love.
Weighing on their minds, their thoughts getting steeper,
Was how God was seeing them from above.
These are two men, struggling with their sexuality,
They know that God frowns on the gay lifestyle.
They always strived to live for Him and His ministry,
Yet they wanted to express their love all the while.
To them, sexual relations and marriage was not a consideration.
For they knew that such would put them under God's frown.
Yet the desires to do so caused them great tribulation.
They so wanted these desires to be disowned.
Could they ever think of living together?
Would the temptation to sin be too much?
Will they always be able to keep their desires in a tether?
Or would they lose their inhibitions at the slightest touch?
They felt that they could not resist
Getting intimate if they shared a place.
So, ideas of doing so did cease and desist.
They'd rather put a smile on God's face.
Stephon lived here, and Jorge lived there,
Close enough to see one another everyday.
With the lusting for each other acting as a snare,
Grieving the two of them as they went their way.
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