On the way home
from senior school
you met Fay
on the corner
of the New Kent Road
and Meadow Row
she was dressed
in her school uniform
with a satchel
over her shoulder
a hand griping
the leather strap
her fair hair
neat and tidy
hard day at school?
you asked
as usual
she said
the nuns strict
and the lessons
mind stunning
and you?
a good dose
of brain washing
and the usual
morons teaching
you replied
pushing fingers
through your hair
taking in
her lovely eyes
the shyness
the way she stood
her small hand
gripping the strap
sed libera nos a malo
she said
what the heck
does that mean?
you asked
it’s from the Lord’s Prayer
Fay said softly
it means
but deliver us from evil
my daddy says it
often to me
you nodded
my old man wouldn’t know
what the heck
it would mean
if it bit his backside
you said
Fay laughed shyly
you liked it
when she laughed
like she did
it was like a small prayer
whispered
by a bright eyed angel
she looked back
at the passing traffic
the noise
the fumes
my daddy says
it’s a daily battle
against evil
he says one must
drive out evil
and the evil one
by punishment
she said
looking back at you
there’s plenty
of punishment
at my school
you said
not sure if it’s evil
being driven out
or the breaking of school rules
you said
do you want
to come to my place
for tea?
you asked
best not
she said
Daddy’s home early today
and he likes me
home on time
ok
you said
and you both
turned down Meadow Row
she touched
your hand
and you held hers gently
as if it were
a fragile *** made
from bone china
smooth yet warm
her fingers curled
around your hand
skin on skin
beautiful
with no touch
of sin.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
On the way home
from senior school
you met Fay
on the corner
of the New Kent Road
and Meadow Row
she was dressed
in her school uniform
with a satchel
over her shoulder
a hand griping
the leather strap
her fair hair
neat and tidy
hard day at school?
you asked
as usual
she said
the nuns strict
and the lessons
mind stunning
and you?
a good dose
of brain washing
and the usual
morons teaching
you replied
pushing fingers
through your hair
taking in
her lovely eyes
the shyness
the way she stood
her small hand
gripping the strap
sed libera nos a malo
she said
what the heck
does that mean?
you asked
it’s from the Lord’s Prayer
Fay said softly
it means
but deliver us from evil
my daddy says it
often to me
you nodded
my old man wouldn’t know
what the heck
it would mean
if it bit his backside
you said
Fay laughed shyly
you liked it
when she laughed
like she did
it was like a small prayer
whispered
by a bright eyed angel
she looked back
at the passing traffic
the noise
the fumes
my daddy says
it’s a daily battle
against evil
he says one must
drive out evil
and the evil one
by punishment
she said
looking back at you
there’s plenty
of punishment
at my school
you said
not sure if it’s evil
being driven out
or the breaking of school rules
you said
do you want
to come to my place
for tea?
you asked
best not
she said
Daddy’s home early today
and he likes me
home on time
ok
you said
and you both
turned down Meadow Row
she touched
your hand
and you held hers gently
as if it were
a fragile *** made
from bone china
smooth yet warm
her fingers curled
around your hand
skin on skin
beautiful
with no touch
of sin.
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