She was a Girl
with a lot of Impure thoughts,
that made her feel so horny
after Sports.
The hottest piece of Pussy
on the Block,
she knew how to get any guy
hard as a Rock.
Who also liked to play the part
of a good Catholic,
telling a Priest at Confession
she jerked off stuck in heavy traffic.
The Priest well aware
of the things too he'd done,
like the previous night
with a Nun.
Finding his way
into her Robe's
after softly blowing
those Earlobes.
What people love
to Confess,
the desire felt from
under a Dress.
Clutching tightly
those Rosary Beads,
the knowing all people
have powerful needs.
A Slave to an idea
of Sin,
when their Body is crying out
to get stuck right in.
Impure thoughts
have their way,
not much room for Praying
as they're here to stay.
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