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Two Rows in Front |
two rows in front of me, at Sunday
Mass, she sits with her sister,
short raven red hair frames a small
elfin face, she usually wears something
fashionable, but comfortable,
I study the way she breathes and the curve
from the back of her arm to the small of
her waist and the quiet flare of her hips, it’s
the scent of her too and I wonder what she
tastes like down there,
she breathes like she’s trying to escape from
the passion boiling just under the skin deep in the
heart of mysteries not so holy,
somehow or just hoping,
I can feel her cinnamon scent wraps around me
with Christ as my witness in a holy place my
thoughts held no grace or pity or purity or hope
of salvation.
witchcraft was laid bare in me two rows in front
before the altar of God and I willingly sinned without regret
and relished in the black wonderment of my dirty thoughts,
Christ have mercy.
copyright 2006
Johnny
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