Take Me To Church
You are sweet of face, you have a certain grace
that both nuns and priest hotly desire.
The scent of sex is in you
it rides you.
The musk of a tigress permeates through
as you read a Sunday sermon.
God is back in His changing room,
He looks through a mirror
at your long legs and short skirt
turning this way and that
admiring what He sees.
The congregation sings a hymn
swaying from repression to raw lust.
Your voice rings out breaking glass minds.
I know God loves you
for He has love for both the tiger and the lamb
in equal measure,
and we are all prey to the innocence
of His nature.
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