Having given in, frightened, dismayed,
She knelt down, right there, naked, and prayed.
“God, I know it’s a sin,
But I’m blaming the gin…
Could it be, somehow, maybe, okayed?”
Tag: religion
Ablution
“By confession, one gains absolution,
Incest,” the priest said “self-pollution.
Worse too, I daresay;
All one’s sins washed away,
Or at least undergone some dilution!”
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?
Saturday night at the convent
The good Sisters of Mary, though cloistered,
On Saturday nights drank and roistered.
They kicked up their heels,
With loud drunken squeals,
Bare pussies on show, habits hoisted!
Religion and reality
The religion to which she adhered
Said girls should be virgins. So weird!
Till fifteen or so,
She held out, then… you know…
Just thought fuck and be damned, it appeared.
Sisterhood
Could the new novice be an imposter?
The sisters, who’ve made up a roster,
To lie with her , say
She’s a slut, doesn’t pray,
Not so much as a damn Pater Noster!
Sheep gone astray
How on earth to religious girls cope?
Kiss a boy and allow him a grope,
Like as not giving in
To lust, ecstasy, sin,
Trying hard not to think of the Pope.
The flesh is weak
Just an idler, a sponger, a layabout,
Someone with whom, though, to play about,
Do anything,
Just a holiday fling,
To have something to go home and pray about!
Speaking with tongues
“Cunnilingus,” she thought, as she knelt.
Sister Mary knew how it was spelt,
Even how it was done.
Not too bad, for a nun.
She just wished that she knew how it felt!
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!