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Carnal Catechism
by Terry OlynikYou crossed your legs,
Purposefully. Languidly.
Sinfully.
Your licked lips-
Sanctifying
Grins most evil.
Intertwined tongues,
Like cast out
Serpents.
Sweet saliva baptism,
In this cathedral
Of stifled moans.
In our damp bed,
A manger of racing hearts
And
Not so original sin -
I am your apostle.
You are my purgatory.
10/20/2005 Posted on 10/21/2005
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
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| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 06/27/06 at 11:51 PM I'm a 'dead again Catholic,' and if I'm reading this correctly, I would assume that you might have strolled a stiff, parochial classroom aisle under the focused stare of the good Sisters? - Well writ! - RCat |
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