- Erotic Poetry
- Penance for Sister's Pink
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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.
- COMMENTS
Tzaraalmost 12 years ago"Naughty" is kind of a good comment on it. I wasn't raised Catholic, so the sexy nun thing was not something I grew up with, but is does have a kind of taboo quality to it and (along with the welts) gives the poem a kind of kink. That's a good thing.
Good poem, Neo. Way better than the usual erotic poem.
Lilhialmost 12 years agoThat's like...the naughtiest dirty poem I've ever read. That's all I got to say while I take a cold shower.
