The priest dawdled his way through the mass,
Through which poor Polly suffered, alas,
With her g string, in front
Sucked halfway up her cunt,
And the string of it slicing her ass.
Tag: religion
Temptation
He tried hard to resist, think of Christ…
But this whore was attractively priced…
And her state of undress…
Yes, he had to confess,
He was more than a little enticed!
Reality check
Tits out, flat on her back, her thighs splayed,
Guess I’m gonna get fucked I’m afraid,
She thought, sizing things up…
That’s a big cock there, yup…
So she just closed eyes then and prayed.
Corporal punishment
He don’t practise, alas, what he preaches,
Abuses the young girls he teaches…
He lifts up their skirts
Spanks their bums till it hurts,
Fingers brushing their pussies… like peaches!
Parochial
For the most part, your small village vicars
Are mainly just kissers and lickers…
They don’t stick it in,
Since it’s more of a sin…
Some are happy just sniffing girls’ knickers.
Slip-sliding away
Kristy Brodie was well-nigh a saint,
A good catholic girl, free from taint,
Till the good life she tasted,
Declared her life wasted:
What trace of her virtue’s left’s faint!
Give thanks
That depressing old fart, Francis Xavier
Made up this code of behaviour:
Self mortification,
And no masturbation.
For wet dreams, give thanks to your saviour.
Catholic or careless
“It’s not fair!” Claire complained, with a pout,
“After going for so long without!
A few moments of bliss,
And a girl comes to this,
And me cath’lic, and somewhat devout!”
The oyster
That most sensuous shellfish, the oyster,
Is never consumed in the cloister:
It wakes base desires
In bishops and friars,
And nuns’ inner sanctums wax moister!
The image of god
Sister Anne to her God is not nigher,
Since baring, for all to admire,
Her organs of sex to see,
Writhing in ecstasy,
Plunging two fingers in higher!