Wretched, treacherous, lecherous priest!
When she cried, his lust only increased!
In her prayers, she thanked God
That the randy old sod
Didn’t fuck her on Sundays at least.
Tag: god
Keep it simple
Sex as sacrament; rather mundane.
Leave out God, and embrace the profane.
Basic animal lust!
Invoke love, if you must,
But enjoy the fuck, don’t tax your brain!
Jumping the gun
They were both still a bit under-aged,
But in love, in their own minds engaged!
So God wouldn’t mind, surely,
Acting impurely…
Guilt, by this, neatly assuaged.
Interdict
Though their parents were Godly and strict,
Their teen daughters, as one would predict,
Soon found ways, I’m afraid,
To, if not quite get laid,
Get their pussies extensively licked!
The secret life of religious fundamentalists
She made love with a strange sort of zeal,
A passion she couldn’t conceal.
It seemed, although odd,
She’d forget about God,
And get off doing something more real!
God’s omniscience
She’s a dancer, she tells him, off-Broadway.
A stripper. Who cares? (The good Lord may…)
Does God really care
If crude drunken men stare,
While she takes off her clothes in a bored way?
Wild West 5
Western gals who evaded the clutch
Of the outlaws and injuns and such,
Those who somehow escaped
Being tortured and raped,
Would thank God, but for not very much.
The sacred and the profane
Though to root him had been just insanity,
She, like most frail humanity,
Gave in to sin,
And then, once it was in,
Moaned “Oh God! Fuck!” to add, too, profanity.
My fair lady
“My Fair Lady”, Sir Lancelot wrote,
“On thy sweet self I lovingly dote.
I pray nightly to God
I may soon shoot my wad
In thy cunt, or mayhap down thy throat!”
Her heart's not in it
He was sick of her ‘one days’ and ‘maybes’,
Her talk about God, guilt and babies;
And then, just last night,
She gave in, but took fright
About herpes and cancer and rabies.