Father Okeefe

You have tempted me again a rather sinful plot beneath the sultriness that beseech my wretched soul why it is nearly dawn already oh how you calmly cater to my parts toying with every freckle tampering with even the faintness notion that I'd whither myself upon your broad shoulders again why I'm afraid to ask that we shall do it again that I'd but only secretly fail to mention us only by the writings of my pastel diaries oh come with me love above a whisper let us dance on the sunrise daintily behind the loft so well hidden within the distant nook where I shall summons your manliness once more