by Ron Poetry08 Feb 2014
As I prepare for church I think back ..
AS A KID I HATED HAVING TO GO TO CHURCH ONLY THING EXCITING WAS SISTER RONETTE.. She was in her mid 20's.. Even in her loose fitting habit she couldn't hide that body ..
Delicate structure and chiseled back
the carved splendid arc of her spine
the way she holds her shoulders
rolls her hips, secretes, nectar drips
glistening the fresh scent from pink magnolia that bloom between her thighs ... In my mind she was my girlfriend. ..
Sister Ronette .. long hair.. long legs...... SEXY beautiful lips nices tits with matching hips a slim waist big fat ass even as a teen I wanted a taste .
But what REALLY made her S E X Y ?
It's so much more than the ass …
It was the sultry tone of her voice
tender lips and devious tongue
her dusky eyes, the way she draws me and sets me adrift across the depths of her mind
it's the way she speaks in dirty wisps
and the way she lays my bones ..
MOST OF THAT WAS DAY DREAMING. . I'D ACT UP JUST HEAR HER SAY RONNIE CUT IT OUT... I ALWAYS SEEMED TO HEAR..... RONNIE PULL IT OUT ..
Yeah I'm going to HELL for this one..
During holy communion I'd open my mouth just a bit so once she placed the cracker on my tongue I'd suck the tip of her finger.. IT'S the way she places elegant fingers
squeezed softly between my lips
Placing my head back as I sipped my grape juice imagining her drinking with me..Wiping my mouth with her fingertips across my smiling lips
it's the confidence to take control
perched in self-propulsion upon my pleasing tongue NOTHING LIKE LUSTING OVER A NUN WHOM WONT GIVE YOU NONE..
NONE THE LESS IT WAS MY TEENAGE FANTASY.
SISTER RONETTE.. I wonder where she may be.. How she looks now.. If she would remember me..