Posts Tagged ‘sin’

The impotence of prayer

March 13, 2018

Women pray to their various gods,
Pious whispers and gestures and nods.
If their gods only knew
The lewd things they then do,
They’d be damned, but then, what are the odds?

The unspeakable

February 28, 2018

A small sin, just a slight moral lapse,
A small act of rebellion perhaps.
She’d kissed … never mind who,
And gone down on him too,
And quite possibly (fill in the gaps).


October 30, 2017

It was hard to know where to begin.
All those acres of lovely bare skin!
Firm of arse, full of breast …
Begging “Come! Be my guest!”
Such a sweet invitation to sin!


June 5, 2017

She confessed sinful thoughts to her pastor.
He said “Child, it’s no great disaster.
We all, even I,
Burn with lust, which we try
To control, but at times cannot master!

Apple of his eye

March 7, 2017

Through the stained glass, the light fell to dapple
Her splendid young bosom, in chapel,
Delicious temptation
To cohabitation,
With which Father Riley must grapple!

The apostate

February 23, 2017

Since she’d got over God, thoughts of hell,
She found life much more fun, truth to tell;
She’d go out, get a skinful,
Come over all sinful,
And get herself rooted, as well!




January 19, 2017

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?”




September 27, 2016

“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!”



Sheep gone astray

March 28, 2016

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!

A time of reflection

January 2, 2016

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 wet, aching pussy betrays!