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.
Tag: sin
A time of reflection
In the church, as she kneels and prays
And reflects on her sins, her mind strays,
To the things she did then,
Longs to do once again,
Which her dripping wet pussy betrays!
Learning on the job
Though a sin, as he knew, lust burned on;
He was constantly hard and turned on,
So he went to a whore,
With whom fucking, and more,
Could be practised, learned in, (or learned on).
The laying on of hands
Is it sinful? she wondered, undressing,
This touching myself, or a blessing?
If sinning I am,
Then I don’t give a damn,
And won’t trouble the priest by confessing!
The answer to prayer
From the straight path and narrow she’d strayed,
Given in and had sex, now she prayed
Not for mercy, God-sent,
Since she didn’t repent,
But for more of the same, I’m afraid!
The balance of probability
Though she put up some token resistance,
Maintained a (heart-breaking) safe distance,
At last she gave in,
Though she knew it a sin,
To his lustful, soft-spoken insistence!
The sacred and the profane
Though to root him had been just insanity,
She, like most frail humanity,
Gave in to sin,
And then, once it was in,
Moaned “Oh God! Fuck!” to add, too, profanity.
Loss of innocence
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!
All sinners great and small
In her innocence, Mary, God bless her,
One Friday night asked her confessor,
“If fucking’s a sin…
To not put it all in…
Or to suck it… which sin is the lesser?”
Kissin' cousins
Was it sinful? Illegal? Ill-fated?
Once found out, what fuss it created!
Young people in love;
They fuck. Heavens above!
Do you think that they care they’re related?