Divine comedy

A young catholic girl grew depressed,
Despite prayer, and the faith she professed,
For she had carnal thoughts,
And of such depraved sorts,
And they made her feel hot and distressed.

She began to feel she was possessed,
She had dreams about rape and incest,
And she woke in the night,
Flushed with guilt and delight,
By the things with which she was obsessed.

She knew well what the church teachings stressed,
About temptations sent as a  test,
But the things that she dreamed
And her fantasies seemed
To be worse than what might be confessed!

Though a pure heart beat in her breast,
Her breasts ached to be kissed and caressed!
To her mortification,
She found masturbation
At least gave relief and and some rest.

In the mirror she saw, when undressed,
She’d been quite undeniably blessed,
With a bosom and thighs
Of such smoothness and size,
She imagined men might be impressed!

So perhaps it was God’s little jest,
Having charms to compare with the best,
And all gone to such waste,
If she might never taste
Of the pleasures of which she just guessed!