Bathhouse Confessional

I left the church on my own
About the time I developed bone-
-ers every night doused in socks
While mentally devouring the fox-
-es in tight titty sweaters like
Anita who sat to my left, spiked
Hair piled in a sacrificial pyre
My God, her tits turned my cock to fire
While others went to catechism
I carried Anita’s books hoping for a cataclysm
But the closest I got were a few slow dances
That lifted my penis to prances
Twenty years down the corridor of time
I discover asses could be sublime
Perhaps searching for an alternative
I frequented a bathhouse to live
A life condemned by godly folk
Who say it’s a sin to poke
Your private affair into another’s ass
But for that moment I let it pass
There was a cherub of a lovely ass
Round and soft, no task
To hole-in-one while he did squeal
Telling me he was a priest for real
We met and I would say he rated
An hour of penetration when we dated
As if the tiny cubical was ecumenical
He confessed his sins on the pinnacle
Of my swollen cock, he told me of his monastic life
A constant source of strife
Of the many gay priests cloistered there
Some were ancient, some young and fair
And how in a bath’s pool, he felt defrocked, a fool
When standing to his side, his Father Superior nude,
Exclaimed, “John, you never tell me where you’d gone, how rude
Amusing, sad, the devil’s playtime came to an end
While receiving my communion bend
I held him tight and filled his butt
He jumped up off his gut
Exclaiming, “I can’t do this evermore”
Ran across the floor, dressed and out the door
I shouted as he fled, “Father you are forgiven,
I absolve you of your sins”
He looked back and made the sign of the cross in the dim
Lobby, nodded his head and vanished into the night
I saw him only one more time
Dressed in robe, drinking wine
At my niece’s marriage ceremony
When she married Joseph Mahoney
Our eyes met but nothing was said
Though his face turned an awful red