Is It Poetry
Father knew about the Devil.
Through temptation and alter girls.
was tempting him.
With girls like me.
He had to resist!
Coming twice a day to confession.
Concessions make the drapes
that open and close both ways.
the curtain shut and sat down.
About half way up solid wood.
see if someone else other We.
Mostly the finer details.
Bless me again and again, Father.
For I have not really sinned.
It's been...two maybe three
hours since my last Concession.
Halfway to becoming a woman,
do not be embarrassed about what
you have seen done to your self,
and the others that see what they watch.
She was about to make a concession for
Father about. I
have sinned by playing with myself,
by masturbating in class.
And the others we sat in one great circle.
Father ask how many times child?
To masturbating, Father and I.
You know I should not have,
but many, many times. It started
when you were eight nearly seven.
Father how did it start?
One of my girlfriends showed you how to do it.
She sold Mother Superior
that you rubbing myself down there would.
Make Jesus smell sandalwood good.
You were alone, and we took off our panties,
and I showed her my lips and the rest kissed to.
under her short skirt and ran her fingers over her
rouge lips and Father
bit his tongue on the outside of her.
green lights, feeling a tremendous erotic chill.
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