At the point of (Sob! Gasp!) no return,
Beyond guilt, past religious concern,
Reckless now, lost to sin,
She begged “Put it all in!”
Though so innocent, eager to learn!
Tag: religion
Post-diluvian pragmatism
“Well, it’s just been that way since the ark,”
He said pensively. Puzzling remark.
“Boy and girl, two by two;
The main thing is the screw.”
It rang true, though, she thought, although stark.
Faith hope and chastity
Damn! She’d broken her chaste vow again!
Even nuns need a fuck, now and then…
Though she did try her best…
(His hand cupped her right breast)
It came down to who, where, how and when!
The flesh and the spirit
Said a pious young Anglican deacon,
“One’s virtue should shine like a beacon!
When tempted, of course,
One may find, with remorse,
Flesh too willing. The spirit may weaken.”
The missionary position
Though he’s threatened to sue us for libel;
Despite what it says in the Bible,
A young dusky maid
Turned his head, I’m afraid;
He forgot about God and went tribal!
Impure thoughts
As the young parson spoke, her thoughts drifted,
Their eyes met, she blushed, the scene shifted;
The dark parish hall,
She against the cold wall,
With each stroke she was moved and uplifted!
Getting laity
Once religious, she’d lately recanted.
“You’ll burn in hell, girl!” the priest ranted.
A guy that she knew
Then agreed to a screw;
“Good, that’s out of the way too,” she panted.
Original sin
The young lady said “Pardon me, Rector…”
He glared at the fair interjector.
“The forbidden fruit;
Does that mean… did they root?
Was it maybe a peach, with sweet nectar?”
Donating her body to science
It was not his intent to besmirch
The good name of the girl, though the church,
Of course, turned her away.
She was just a good lay;
It was more in the way of research!
Spanish girls
The religious young women of Spain,
As a matter of faith, show disdain
For the birth-control pill,
And for condoms, (which spill),
Though they don’t therefore, thank God, abstain!