It was in the front pew
that she sat, and she prayed.
Hoping to confess, but could not find the priest.
So, alone before God, she took to her knees.
Lustful thoughts, deep and new.
In her loins, devils played.
Heart stolen by sin's heist,
temptation coercive.
Flesh in constant quiver, arousal, dismay.
Immodest feelings that would not go away
In God's house, before Christ,
she asked Him to forgive.
The more she resisted,
the more that it hurt,
so she let go like a beast that no more begs.
With surrender, placed a hand between her legs.
As her young thighs twisted
she felt something in church.
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