Said the missionary’s wife, Mrs Bingham,
Respectably dressed in plain gingham,
“I’m terribly bored
By the church and the Lord,
But entranced by the yoni and lingam!”
Tag: religion
Trial by ordeal
A young deacon, his loins all afire,
Seduced a young girl from the choir,
With sinful intent,
Saying “If you repent,
God forgives,” as orgasm drew nigher!
Sex and the soul
Her mad love spiralled out of control…
Anytime… Anywhere.. Any hole!
Brother, sister… who cared?
It was love, and they dared…
Though it cost her her life, or her soul!
Catholic guilt
She supposed fucking must take its toll…
It might even imperil her soul!
Though of course she’d confess…
After all, she’d said yes…
Did it matter, perhaps, though, which hole?
Conversion
Oh my God! she thought, rather amazed,
Post-orgasmic, still shuddering, dazed.
Having waited so long,
Though she knew she’d done wrong,
For the great gift of sex, God be praised!
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!
Unrepentant
With the scandalous way she behaved,
Things she said and did… Oh, so depraved!
“I despair said the priest.
She seems not in the least
To consider her need to be saved!”
Perceptiveness
“Bless me, Father,” she whispered, confessing…
“For lewd thoughts I’ve had while undressing…
I’ve touched myself too,
And I’ve been touched by you…
And might be touched some more, too, I’m guessing.”
Original sin
Back in Eden, then, in the beginning,
Eve started this thing they call sinning…
Of course, it was fun,
And so, having begun,
It would seem that the devil’s still winning!