Flesh openings,
dark frolicking
prisoner of my piety
Passions I should have enjoyed
Pleasures I ought to have tasted
Clandestinely devoured,
rocking hurriedly
inserting inappropriately
Stolen, licked in dingy alleyways
shying away from Priests and Preachers
Unseen by the robed Rabbi
Unsuspected by Ayatollas and Monks
I offer my sins for confession
hide my plesures
at the bottom of my grave
hoping in thereaftermy angels will receive
my virgins will submit
7 Jan 2011
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