Vintage Literotica ~ for friends and admirers

We bow to your bow,
And kneel to worship its perfection,
But not in church.
I'll have you know, a bow to my beau
Is all mama allows - for we have to go
To worship the priest, the archbishop too
Because without worship no one will know

I have been wicked, naughty and bad:
The congregation would just have it so,
As sermons slay me blow by blow by blow
When it's down with panties; Bishops r mad

Keen on the colour, the shape and the size:
And on well-sermonised mounds
Forgotten by beau's who just leave a mass

A cleric's delighted to ensure love's denied
To a beau who won't bow, unable to pound,
Given my baddy bishop is bashing my ass...
 
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