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Penance for Sister's Pink


Red ruler marks crossed my palms,
twice  on each hand.
They stung, but I didn't say why
when Mom asked they were earned

I  couldn't tell her
looking up Sister's vestments
while flat on the floor,  
repenting for another crime.

I couldn't tell her
Sister wore a thong,
that Sister was a blondie.

I couldn't tell her instead
of contrition, praying the rosary,
it was a fervent whisper for
more than a flash of pink.
I couldn't tell her
Sister answered, bestowing
welts and a first orgasm,

or how Sister knowing,
smiled then,
sexy and dark as her habit.

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