It happened
across the street
from the elementary school,
after hours,
in a ramshackle house.

You wore your hair
like an Indian maiden
standing on all fours
& taught me
the deeper meaning
of such intimate acts.
I smacked
your **** back
with wild sweet-kisses,
all the way up
your personal food chain.
And once
I was coated
in your special elixir,
you got
closer to me,
even closer than
my own prickly whiskers.
I never,
I never forgot
your raw aroma,
your valley of flowers.

At least
I'm glad we
found Jesus.
& comforted,
knowing
we got a legitimate chance
to seek forgiveness
for such
loving things.
Amen Pocahantas.