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Click hereWARNING: If you're a Christian believer don't read this poem, as it could be offensive to you.
I.
O heavenly Lady, I will worship you forever;
but not the way I did in school, I'm past that now.
I don't seek your counsel or that you make me change;
I seek to sin on my knees, my sodomitic head between your legs.
II.
A holy relic are your panties, woven by angels,
modelled like a classic tanga, white as the clouds.
Oh heavenly Lady, so many love you, and so do I,
but before your painting I get mixed feelings,
female confusion, envy, admiration, jealousy, passion.
III.
I adore you enough to attempt to pervert you,
I was never the best church-goer or the most pious;
I will adore you tonight, in my thoughts,
my hand inside my panties, imagining you,
and hoping the nun from my old school
Sister J., reads this poem someday soon.