Sodding bastard… and him a damn priest!
Fucking fucked her, the lecherous beast!
Salivating, he were…
Never mind about her…
Could have licked her damn pussy at least.
Tag: priest
There’s an apse for that
Father Michael had let his faith lapse,
Tempted too much by women, perhaps…
In fact, plainly the case…
He was caught with his face
In the crotch of a girl in the apse!
There’s an apse for that
Father Michael had let his faith lapse…
Tempted too much by women perhaps…
In fact plainly the case…
He’s been caught with his face
In the crotch of a girl in the apse!
Candy is dandy
The priest, watching her licking her lolly,
Thought “What a good looker, by golly!
To squeeze her young breast…
Sin which ought be confessed…
And to fuck her! God! That would be jolly!
Sabbatical
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.
Sackcloth and ashes
I’ve been weak, said the priest at confession,
Had sex with young girls, a transgression.
I’ll pray hard tonight,
Do some penance. Alright?
Anything but the scourge and the hessian!
The spirit made flesh
The soft swell of her bosom sufficed …
Father Flanagan muttered “Oh Christ!”
As she knelt at the rail…
What red-blooded male
Would not be, like him, damn enticed?
More sinned against than sinning
Sleazy bastard, disgusting and beastly!
To squeeze her tits! Bloody unpriestly!
Just touching his prick
Made her feel quite sick,
And the taste of his semen, not leastly!
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.
Thy rod and thy staff
While she chanted the twenty-third psalm,
Her bare arse felt the sting of the palm
Of the priest. With each slap
Something stirred in his lap,
To her ever-increasing alarm!