Love Making Inside The Comfort Room

we pretend
that this is the
church
that this is
the favorite
confessional
box of the
priest and
his favorite
concubine

we pretend
i am the parish
priest and you
are the wife
of the mayor
and now you
kneel before
me without
a lace
without
clothes

i preach
you
the

naked
truth.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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