by Ron Poetry16 Feb 2014
MY FANTASIES IN CHURCH ABOUT
SISTER RONETTE. part II
CHURCH BELL beckons.
again the overwhelming hunger has crept in; SISTER RONETTE IS HANDING OUT BIBLES AND MY ERECTION IS AT AN ALL TIME HIGH...Running to the mens room sticking my hand into my pants thinking of her..,
Picturing your balanced on the end of my meat,
lips straddling either side, dripping sweet honey,
a delicious fountain where I greedily drink oceans
and luscious rivers, never in fear of drowning in such pleasant demise.
SOMEONE ENTERS THE BATHROOM. . PROBABLY STAFF CHECKING TO SEE ANY OF US TEENS ARE HIDING OUT OR SMOKING. . I SILENCE MY MOANS..
Scarcely can I stifle the yearning in my frustration, such perfect misery amplifying such desire alone,
one seldom does realize though in vain, the absolute devotion bestowed.
Vacant in my shell, in my hell without ejaculation on myself..., WITH EACH EYE CLOSED DURING PRAYER I CAN HEAR HER SAY...
***Ronnie never have I tasted your moans, never have I felt you whisper into my ear, crushing yourself against me. WATCHING A BOY BECOME A MAN.. By the way I smiled you wouldn't know I didn't want to be in church on any Sunday. .But it was SISTER RONETTE and her body her lips her eyes.. Beauty of such illicit glances I've stole in her direction,
creating vivid images
mental photographs of her magnificent allure,
warming my soul,
a scalding perpetual balm,
soothing if only for a moment
that rips holes in my facade...
I PRAY YOU HAVE A BLESSED